"Surely, no," said Clemence, "I know too well by sad experience. Why, Mrs. Owen, I never feel the privilege of sitting down after the labors of the day have wearied mind and body, without offering my services, ignorant as I am of housekeeping, and awkward as I know I must be. What would be said of me, if I did not a.s.sist in getting tea, or washing the dishes, and even helping through with the Sat.u.r.day"s work, to say nothing of the Sunday dinner, with its numberless guests to be waited upon and entertained, upon the one day appointed for rest."
"Poor little thing! It"s a hard life for such a delicate body as you.
I"ve heard you was rich once; was it true?" she asked inquisitively.
"Yes, madam," said Clemence, "this is a new experience for me."
"Well, it"s hard," she said again. "I can"t help but pity people that"s always been used to having everything they wanted, and suddenly find themselves poor, and without anything to help themselves with. I know some folks are glad when the proud are brought down to their own level, and say that a little humiliation will do them good, but I ain"t so.
"Amos and me started poor enough, I can tell you. All we had in the world was a little outfit of beddin" and dishes that father gave me, and Amos made the furniture himself. But we was both strong and active, and what was better _willing_, and we soon got a start and have kept goin"
ahead ever since. There ain"t anybody around here that"s better off now.
There"s only one drawback, I think my man"s _too_ savin. He"s had to deny himself so long, that now, although we are in pretty easy circ.u.mstances, he thinks he can"t afford a good many things that other people, poorer than we are, call the very necessaries of life. For instance, I dress poorer than any woman in the place; Amos even limits the number of calico dresses that I have; I get three a year, and one I have to put away to sort o" slick up in. I hain"t got a delaine one to my name.
"Sometimes I get my temper up, and tell him I will have something to wear as well as other folks, but he says he goes without as well as I, and there ain"t no use of our laying out everything for finery.
"Don"t you think its about time for me to strike for something that people, that call themselves decent, have to wear?"
"Why," said Clemence, truthfully, seeing she was expected to make some reply, "don"t that seem a little like injustice? It can"t be right to deny yourself everything, and indulge in no relaxation after such laborious employment. You owe something to yourself as well as others.
Of course it is wise in you to look forward to the future, and it is perfectly natural and commendable to wish to lay up something for your children, that their life may be easier than your own; but, have you never thought that, after all, you may not be working for their best interests. Supposing you should sink underneath the burden you have a.s.sumed, and death should find you all unprepared, would you not regret that you had spent your days thus? It does not seem as if any mother was called upon for such sacrifices. No woman, or at least, no American woman, can endure such severe, unremitting toil."
Her hearer looked startled.
"I had never taken this view of the case," she said, "but you are right.
My strength cannot always hold out, and if I should be taken away, what would become of my little children?"
Here the baby awoke with a scream, and the mother had enough to keep tongue and hands busy in the effort to pacify him, and finish her labors. As it was, tea was delayed.
The group of tired, sun-burned men, who came up from the field, lingered around the kitchen door, furtively watching the pretty young schoolmistress, but not venturing to speak above a whisper, until supper was announced, when they came in awkwardly, and took their seats.
Clemence was duly presented to them and her host, a quiet, good-natured looking man, and during the conversation which followed, they made some progress towards a further acquaintance. She was pleased, too, to observe that she had made quite a favorable impression, having formed a plan in her mind which she now thought might be easy of accomplishment.
Clemence Graystone was both young and enthusiastic, and she thought here was an opportunity of benefiting one of her own s.e.x in a quiet, una.s.suming way. She took care to observe closely, much that she would have otherwise pa.s.sed unnoticed.
"Thank heaven!" said Farmer Owen, as he came in and seated himself wearily, on Sat.u.r.day evening, "that to-morrow is a day of rest. Miss,"
(turning abruptly to Clemence,) "you ought to be absolutely happy with only a handful of young ones around you for six hours a day, and the rest of the time to do nothing. I am beginning to think it pays to get learning."
The girl regarded him with a mingled expression of surprise and amus.e.m.e.nt struggling in her face, as she replied:
"Perhaps my life does seem an easy one to others. At least, I do not complain."
"No," said the farmer, "but you"ve foolishly added to your burdens, taking that young one of Lynn"s. Whatever induced you to do it?"
"Nothing," she replied, quietly, "but the thought that it was my duty.
There was none other to a.s.sume the responsibility, so it rested upon me."
"That"s sheer nonsense," he said contemptuously. "What do you suppose would become of you now, if you should fall sick, or the child either?
In that case, it would not be much of a kindness you have done her, filling her head with grand ideas, as I hear, about being a lady, and all that. She"d go to the poor house all the same, and you would have nothing to help yourself with, unless," he added, curiously, "you are independent of your position."
"Nothing of the kind," said Clemence. "I depend solely upon my own efforts for support, as I have repeatedly declared in answer to similar enquiries."
"Then you"ve done an unheard of thing, that"s all that I can say, and if you expect to be thought better for it, you are mistaken, for people will only call you a fool for your pains, and I doubt if the girl herself will ever repay one half your efforts, or feel any grat.i.tude for them."
"As to that," she said abstractedly, looking off into the gathering twilight, "I have not expected payment and shall not be disappointed in that case. However, I do not regret the step. On the contrary, I am thankful for the privilege."
"Where"s the young "un now?" he asked. "To Swan"s yet?"
Clemence nodded in the affirmative.
"How much do you pay a week for her board?"
"Two dollars," she said coolly.
"And you earn how much?"
"Five dollars per week and board."
"And have had to clothe her besides buying what books and other articles a child needs? Well, you are green. They say, too, you dress pretty well yourself. Can"t see how you manage it on them wages," he added, eyeing her with a shrewd, penetrating glance.
Clemence blushed under the close scrutiny.
"Do you call calico expensive?" she asked, calling his attention to her own daintily fitting one.
"No," he answered, shifting uneasily in his seat, "of course it"s the cheapest and best thing a woman can wear, in my opinion."
"Of course," echoed Mrs. Owen, at his elbow, "but what does a man know about such things? But I"ll tell you one thing, Amos, if calico _is_ the cheapest and best thing a woman can wear, I am going to have enough of it after this."
"Well, have enough," he said impatiently, "though you will never look pretty nor lady-like in anything. So don"t flatter yourself, nor aspire to imitate others who can. I suppose now, Miss Graystone," turning to Clemence, "you think I don"t want my wife to dress as well as others on account of the expense; but, although I commenced poor, and have been obliged to save pretty close, yet I never saw the time when I have not done for my family to the extent my means afforded. Times are getting a little easier with me now, though I ain"t rich, far from it. Besides there"s another point to be considered. Now if _you_ get an article of dress, you have some taste in making and wearing it," and he looked admiringly at the trim figure before him; "but Susan here, completely spoils everything she undertakes."
"There, Amos Owen," put in the aforementioned Susan, "don"t try to lay your stinginess on my shoulders, for, goodness knows, they have burden enough already. And that ain"t so, either, you know as well as I do that you"re only saying it to be contrary."
"Well, have it so," he said, crossly, and Clemence, to turn the subject, asked if they were going to attend morning service on the coming Sabbath.
"Not I," said Mr. Owen, "it"s asking altogether too much of a hard working man like me to get up and start off as regular as the Sunday comes, without any rest whatever. I don"t feel called upon to do it, for one. Wife, here, can answer for herself."
"Why don"t you say at once that she has not a decent dress to go in, and you prefer to have her stay home and look after the children, while you sleep away your time. I"ve no patience with you, Amos."
"So you are boarding at Owen"s?" said Mrs. Swan, when Clemence stopped for little Ruth, on her way to meeting.
"Yes," said Clemence, "they are an odd couple."
"They are all of that, and more," she replied with a smile. "I should not think you would fancy staying there much, she has the name of being a miserable housekeeper, and a shiftless sort of body at the best."
"Why," said the young teacher, generously, "I have not found her so. I think she is one of the most industrious women in the place."
"Then," said Mrs. Swan, looking with an air of pride around her own neat little dwelling, "how is it she always has such a dirty looking house, that you can"t bear to eat a mouthful in it, and those ill-kempt, noisy children, to say nothing of her own slovenly appearance?"
"Because," returned Clemence, in her defence, "she has more work put upon her than two women ought to do, and with so much expected of her, it is not to be wondered at that she sometimes fails to achieve everything."
"But what a figure the woman does make of herself," said Mrs. Swan, smoothing her own satin hair. "She spoils everything in the making up. I never saw her in a well made garment, nor her children, either."