And Mrs. Parthenia Battis was forthwith installed--_pro tem_.--in the Cross Corners kitchen.

"She"s got considerable gumption," was the opinion Luther volunteered, of his own previous knowledge--for Mrs. Battis was an old schoolmate and neighbor--"but she"s powerful slow."

CHAPTER XV.

NEW DUTIES.

"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might."--Ecc. 9:10.

"A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine;-- Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine."

GEORGE HERBERT.

Mis" Battis"s "gumption" was a relief--conjoined, even, as it was, to a mighty _inertia_--after the experience of Norah McGonegal"s utter incapacity; and her admission, _pro tempore,_ came to be tacitly looked upon as a permanent adoption, for want of a better alternative. She continued to seat herself, unabashed, whenever opportunity offered, in the presence of the family; and invariably did so, when Mrs. Gartney either sent for, or came to her, to give orders. She always spoke of Mr.

Gartney as "he," addressed her mistress as Miss Gartney, and ignored all prefix to the gentle name of Faith. Mrs. Gartney at last remedied the p.r.o.nominal difficulty by invariably applying all remarks bearing no other indication, to that other "he" of the household--Luther. Her own claim to the matronly t.i.tle she gave up all hope of establishing; for, if the "relic"" abbreviated her own wifely distinction, how should she be expected to dignify other people?

As to Faith, her mother ventured one day, sensitively and timidly, to speak directly to the point.

"My daughter has always been accustomed to be called _Miss_ Faith," she said, gently, in reply to an observation of Parthenia"s, in which the ungarnished name had twice been used. "It isn"t a _very_ important matter--still, it would be pleasanter to us, and I dare say you won"t mind trying to remember it?"

""M! No--I ain"t partic"ler. Faith ain"t a long name, and "twon"t be much trouble to put a handle on, if that"s what you want. It"s English fashion, ain"t it?"

Parthenia"s coolness enabled Mrs. Gartney to a.s.sert, somewhat more confidently, her own dignity.

"It is a fashion of respect and courtesy, everywhere, I believe."

""M!" ree.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the relict.

Thereafter, Faith was "Miss," with a slight pressure of emphasis upon the handle.

"Mamma!" cried Hendie, impetuously, one day, as he rushed in from a walk with his attendant, "I _hate_ Mahala Harris! I wish you"d let me dress myself, and go to walk alone, and send her off to Jericho!"

"Whereabouts do you suppose Jericho to be?" asked Faith, laughing.

"I don"t know. It"s where she keeps wishing I was, when she"s cross, and I want anything. I wish she was there!--and I mean to ask papa to send her!"

"Go and take your hat off, Hendie, and have your hair brushed, and your hands washed, and then come back in a nice quiet little temper, and we"ll talk about it," said Mrs. Gartney.

"I think," said Faith to her mother, as the boy was heard mounting the stairs to the nursery, right foot foremost all the way, "that Mahala doesn"t manage Hendie as she ought. She keeps him in a fret. I hear them in the morning while I am dressing. She seems to talk to him in a taunting sort of way."

"What can we do?" exclaimed Mrs. Gartney, worriedly. "These changes are dreadful. We might get some one worse. And then we can"t afford to pay extravagantly. Mahala has been content to take less wages, and I think she means to be faithful. Perhaps if I make her understand how important it is, she will try a different manner."

"Only it might be too late to do much good, if Hendie has really got to dislike her. And--besides--I"ve been thinking--only, you will say I"m so full of projects----"

But what the project was, Mrs. Gartney did not hear at once, for just then Hendie"s voice was heard again at the head of the stairs.

"I tell you, mother said I might! I"m going--down--in a nice--little temper--to ask her--to send you--to Jericho!" Left foot foremost, a drop between each few syllables, he came stumping, defiantly, down the stairs, and appeared with all his eager story in his eyes.

"She plagues me, mamma! She tells me to see who"ll get dressed first; and if _she_ does, she says:

""The first"s the best, The second"s the same; The last"s the worst Of all the game!"

"And if _I_ get dressed first--all but the b.u.t.toning, you know--she says:

""The last"s the best, The second"s the same; The first"s the worst Of all the game!"

"And then she keeps telling me "her little sister never behaved like me."

I asked her where her little sister was, and she said she"d gone over Jordan. I"m glad of it! I wish Mahala would go too!"

Mrs. Gartney smiled, and Faith could not help laughing outright.

Hendie burst into a pa.s.sion of tears.

"Everybody keeps plaguing me! It"s too bad!" he cried, with tumultuous sobs.

Faith checked her laughter instantly. She took the indignant little fellow on her lap, in despite of some slight, implacable struggle on his part, and kissed his pouting lips.

"No, indeed, Hendie! We wouldn"t plague you for all the world! And you don"t know what I"ve got for you, just as soon as you"re ready for it!"

Hendie took his little knuckles out of his eyes.

"A bunch of great red cherries, as big as your two hands!"

"Where?"

"I"ll get them, if you"re good. And then you can go out in the front yard, and eat them, so that you can drop the stones on the gra.s.s."

Hendie was soon established on a flat stone under the old chestnut trees, in a happy oblivion of Mahala"s injustice, and her little sister"s perfections.

"I"ll tell you, mamma. I"ve been thinking we need not keep Mahala, if you don"t wish. She has been so used to do nothing but run round after Hendie, that, really, she isn"t much good about the house; and I"ll take Hendie"s trundle bed into my room, and there"ll be one less chamber to take care of; and you know we always dust and arrange down here."

"Yes--but the sweeping, Faithie! And the washing! Parthenia never would get through with it all."

"Well, somebody might come and help wash. And I guess I can sweep."

"But I can"t bear to put you to such work, darling! You need your time for other things."

"I have ever so much time, mother! And, besides, as Aunt Faith says, I don"t believe it makes so very much matter _what_ we do. I was talking to her, the other day, about doing coa.r.s.e work, and living a narrow, common kind of life, and what do you think she said?"

"I can"t tell, of course. Something blunt and original."

"We were out in the garden. She pointed to some plants that were coming up from seeds, that had just two tough, clumsy, coa.r.s.e leaves. "What do you call them?" said auntie. "Cotyledons, aren"t they?" said I. "I don"t know what they are in botany," said she; "but I know the use of "em.

They"ll last a while, and help feed up what"s growing inside and underneath, and by and by they"ll drop off, when they"re done with, and you"ll see what"s been coming of it. Folks can"t live the best right out at first, any more than plants can. I guess we all want some kind of--cotyledons.""

Mrs. Gartney"s eyes shone with affection, and something that affection called there, as she looked upon her daughter.

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