Her father watched her as she walked away. The thought crossed his mind that possibly Nelson Howard might be visiting the village that forenoon.
He called her name, and she turned and came back.
"What is it, father?" she asked.
Jethro hesitated. He pa.s.sed a hand across his forehead. His head felt tired. Somehow he didn"t want to talk any more. Even as important a topic as Nelson Howard did not arouse his interest.
"Oh, nothin", nothin"," he a.s.sured. "Cal"late maybe I"ll lay down and turn in a little spell afore dinner. Is Zach on deck?"
"Yes, he is out in the kitchen, or was a minute ago. Primmie was over on an errand and I heard their tongues going. Shall I speak to Zach, father?"
He told her no, and went into the house. There was a couch in the dining room and he stretched himself upon it. The head of the couch was near the door leading to the kitchen. That door was closed, but from behind it sounded voices, voices which were audible and distinct. A dispute seemed to be in progress between Mr. Bloomer and Miss Cash and, although Zacheus continued to grumble on in an even key, Primmie"s tone became higher and shriller with each retort.
"I tell you "tis so, Zach Bloomer.... Well, maybe "twan"t a hundred and fifty thousand, but I bet you "twas more money than you ever see in YOUR life. So now!"
The a.s.sistant light keeper was heard to cough. Primmie seemed to discern a hint of skepticism even in the cough.
"Oh, you can set there and keep on turnin" up your nose and--and coughin"," she declared, "but--"
Zacheus interrupted to say that he hardly ever turned up his nose when he coughed.
"Seems to come handier to turn it down, Posy," he said.
"Oh, be still, foolish! Well, anyhow, it"s true, every word of it. I see more money at one time and in one--er--er junk, as you might say, than ever I see afore--yes, or I bet you ever see neither, Zach Bloomer."
"We-ll, course what I ever see never amounted to much, but if it"s more than YOU see, Rosebud, then it must have been consider"ble of a lot.
Over in them Mashpaug woods, where you hail from, money kind of grows on the bushes, like huckleberries, I presume likely. Martha Phipps been over there berryin", has she?"
"No, she ain"t. Besides, I never said Miss Martha brought the money into the house. All"s I said was that "twas in there and I see it with my own eyes."
"Sho! With your own eyes, eh? Well, well! What do you cal"late "twould have looked like if you"d borrered somebody else"s eyes? Say, Posy, was it you fetched the billion and a half, or whatever "twas, into the house?"
"Me? ME with all that money? My savin" soul!"
"Well, who did fetch it? Santy Claus?"
"I sha"n"t tell you. I promised Miss Martha I wouldn"t tell one word about that money and I ain"t goin" to."
"Hooray, Posy! That"s the way to talk! Well, now, be honest about it: What did you have for supper night afore last? Mince pie, was it? Why didn"t you eat another slice? Then you"d have dreamed about a mackerel keg full of di"monds, most likely."
Captain Jethro, trying to fall asleep on the couch in the dining room, turned over in disgust and raised himself upon an elbow preparatory to shouting an order for silence. But Primmie"s next speech caught his attention and the order was not given.
"Dreamed!" retorted the indignant young woman. "Are you tryin" to tell me I only dreamed about that money, Zacheus Bloomer? Huh! My Lord of Isrul! If you"d seen that great big piled-up heap of bills layin" right there on the table in our settin" room where Mr. Bangs put "em, I guess you"d have said "dreams" and more, too. Ten dollar bills there was and twenties and--and thirties and forties, for all I know."
"That so? Right where Mr. Bangs put "em, eh? Now I KNOW you was dreamin", Pansy Blossom. That little dried-up Bangs man ain"t worth more"n ten cents, if that."
"He ain"t? How do you know he ain"t?"
"Same as I know when that Lucy Larcom tomcat of Martha"s has been in a fight, by the looks of him. Look at the Bangs man"s clothes, and--and his hat--and--why, G.o.dfreys mighty, he can"t afford to get his hair cut oftener than once in three months! Anyhow, he don"t. And you stand there and tell me he come cruisin" in t"other night and commenced sheddin"
million dollar bills all over the furniture. Where"d he get "em to? Dig "em up over in the Baptist graveyard?"
"No, he never. He got "em up to Boston. Leastways, I guess he did, "cause that"s where he went. And, besides, what do you know about how much he"s worth? He may look kind of--of ratty, but all the same he"s got rich relations. Why, one of his relations is head of the biggest broke--I mean, brokin" and bank place there is in Boston. Cabot, Bancroft and--and Thingumbob is the name of it. And Miss Martha told me "twas--"
There was much more of this and the listener on the dining room couch heard it all. He remained on that couch until Miss Cash, at the back door of the kitchen, delivered her triumphant farewell.
"So there now, Zach Bloomer," she said, "I guess you believe now I didn"t dream it. And you needn"t ask any more questions because I sha"n"t tell you a single word. I promised Miss Martha I wouldn"t never tell and I"m goin" to keep my promise."
That evening Martha approached her lodger on the subject of the possibility of selling the light keeper"s Development holdings for him. To say the least, she received no encouragement. Galusha was quite emphatic in his expression of disbelief in that possibility.
"Oh, dear me, no, Miss Martha," he stammered. "I--ah--I feel quite sure it would be unwise to--ah--attempt such a thing. You see--ah--you see--my cousin is--is--"
"I know, he"s sick, poor man, and shouldn"t be disturbed. You"re right, of course, Mr. Bangs. It was only that Cap"n Jeth had always been a good friend of father"s and mine and I thought if Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot really were buyin" the stock perhaps they might like to buy his. But I can see why you wouldn"t want to trouble Mr. Cabot again just now. I"m sorry I mentioned it to you; I"m afraid I have made you nervous."
Galusha was nervous, certainly, and showed it. He protested, however, that he was quite all right really, and, as his landlady did not mention the subject again, he recovered a portion of his equilibrium. And during the following week he gradually gained more and more confidence. The telltale certificate hidden in his bureau drawer was, of course, a drawback to his peace of mind, and the recollection of his recent outbreak of prevarication and deception was always a weight upon his conscience. But, to offset these, there was a changed air about the Phipps" home and its inmates which was so very gratifying that, if it did not deaden that conscience, it, at least, administered to it an effective dose of soothing syrup.
Primmie wept no more into the dishwater nor sighed despairingly when serving breakfast. She sang now and, although an unprejudiced person might not have found the change an unmixed delight, Galusha did. Miss Phipps sang, too, occasionally, not with the camp-meeting exuberance of her maid, but with the cheery hum of the busy bee. She was happy; she said so and looked so, and, in spite of his guilty knowledge of the deceit upon which that happiness was founded, her lodger was happy because she was.
"Do you know," he observed, on Sat.u.r.day morning of that week, as, coated and capped for his daily walk, he stood by the door of the dining room, "it"s quite extraordinary, really. I have been thinking, you know, and it really is quite extraordinary."
Martha was sitting in the rocker by the window, the morning sunshine streaming in through the leaves and blossoms of the potted plants on the brackets dappling her hair and cheek with cheery splashes of light and shade. She was consulting the pages of her cookbook, as a preliminary to preparing a special dessert for Sunday"s dinner, and was humming as she did so.
She looked up when he spoke.
"What is extraordinary?" she asked. "Your thinkin", do you mean? I don"t see anything very extraordinary about that. You"re thinkin" most of the time, seems to me."
"Oh, I don"t mean that. I meant what I was thinking was extraordinary.
Or not precisely that, either. I--ah--I mean--well, you see, when I was in Washington--at the Inst.i.tute, you know--it used to annoy me--ah--extremely, to have any one sing or whistle in my vicinity.
Really, it did. I sometimes spoke very sharply--ah--irritably to any one who did that. And now, as I stood here and heard you singing, Miss Martha, it suddenly came over me that I do not mind it at all.
I--ah--actually like to hear you. I do, very much, indeed. Now, isn"t that extraordinary!"
Martha laughed aloud. "Why, yes," she declared; "I think it is. Anybody likin" to hear me sing is about as extraordinary as anything that ever was, I guess. Mr. Bangs, you"re awfully funny."
Galusha nodded. "Yes," he said, "I am sure I must be. I think if I were any one else I should laugh at myself a great deal. I mean--ah--I mean in that case I should laugh, not at myself, but at me. Good gracious, I haven"t made that very clear, have I?"
His smile was so contagious that she laughed again.
"I didn"t mean you were funny to laugh at, but to laugh with," she said.
"You"re goin" to have an especially nice walk this mornin". It"s such a lovely forenoon I almost wish I was goin" with you."
Galusha beamed. "Why--why, so do I!" he exclaimed, in delighted surprise. "Yes, I do, I do, indeed! Ah--ah--why don"t you?"
"Mercy me, I couldn"t think of it! I must stay here and get to cookin"
or we"ll have no puddin" to-morrow noon. I"ll be with you in spirit, as the books say; how will that do?"
Whether or not she was with him in spirit, she was very much in her lodger"s thoughts as he walked down the path to the gate. It was such a beautiful forenoon, with the first promise of spring in the air, that, instead of starting toward the village, as was his usual custom, he turned in the other direction and strolled toward the lighthouse. The sea view from the cliff edge should be magnificent on a morning like this.
But it was not of the view, or the beauty of the morning, that he thought as he wandered slowly on. His mind, for some reason or other, seemed to be filled with the picture of Martha Phipps as she sat in the rocking-chair, with the background of old-fashioned plants and blossoms, and the morning sunshine illumining her pleasant, comely face. He could visualize every feature of that face, which fact was extremely odd, for it had been many years since he had noticed a female face sufficiently for that face to impress itself upon his memory. Years and years before Galusha Bangs had been forced to the conclusion that the interest of attractive feminity was not for him and he had accepted the inevitable and never permitted his own interest to stray in that direction. A few feminine faces he could, of course, recall; the face of his Aunt Clarissa, for instance, and--dear me, yes! that of the pestiferous Mrs.
Worth Buckley, his--ah--not his "old man of the sea" exactly, but his equally troublesome, middle-aged woman of the mountains. Mrs. Buckley had not attracted his notice, she had seized it, served a subpoena upon it, and his provokingly contrary memory persisted in recalling her face, probably because he so earnestly desired to forget it.
But he found a real pleasure in visualizing the face of Miss Martha Phipps. Her eyes now--her eyes were--ah--um--they were blue; no, they were gray--or a sort of gray-blue, perhaps, or even a shade of brown.