"Do you wish to keep out all _three_ of these inkstands, Jacob? It is not necessary, I should think. Shall I put one up?"
The parson took his eyes off his sermon to answer. "I don"t see that they do any harm there, Rebecca. The children use two sometimes. Do as you like, however."
Mrs. Dean put one of the inkstands into the book-case, and then looked round the room to see what else she could do. A letter caught her eye.
"Jacob, I do believe you have never answered the note old Mullet brought this morning! There it is on the mantelpiece."
The parson sighed. To be interrupted in this way he took quite as a matter of course, but it teased him a little.
"I must see the churchwardens, Rebecca, before answering it. I want to know, you see, what would be approved of by the parish."
"Just like you, Jacob," she caressingly said. "The parish must approve of what you approve."
"Yes, yes," he said hastily; "but I like to live at peace with every one."
He dipped his pen into the ink, and wrote a line of his sermon. The open window looked on to the kitchen-garden. Herbert Tanerton had his back against the walnut-tree, doing nothing. Alice sat near on a stool, her head buried in a book that by its canvas cover Mrs. Dean knew to be "Robinson Crusoe." Just then Jack came out of the raspberry bushes with a handful of fruit, which he held out to Alice. "Robinson Crusoe" fell to the ground.
"Oh, Jack, how good they are!" said Alice. And the words came distinctly to Aunt Dean"s ears in the still day.
"They are as good again when you pick them off the trees for yourself,"
cried Jack. "Come along and get some, Alice."
With the taste of the raspberries in her mouth, the temptation was not to be resisted; and she ran after Jack. Aunt Dean put her head out at the window.
"Alice, my love, I cannot have you go amongst those raspberry bushes; you would stain and tear your frock."
"I"ll take care of her frock, aunt," Jack called back.
"My darling Jack, it cannot be. That is her new muslin frock, and she must not go where she might injure it."
So Alice sat down again to "Robinson Crusoe," and Jack went his way amongst the raspberry bushes, or whither he would.
"Jacob, have you begun to think of what John is to be?" resumed Aunt Dean, as she shut down the window.
The parson pushed his sermon from him in a sort of patient hopelessness, and turned round on his chair. "To be?--In what way, Rebecca?"
"By profession," she answered. "I fancy it is time it was thought of."
"Do you? I"m sure I don"t know. The other day when something was being mentioned about it, Jack said he did not care what he was to be, provided he had no books to trouble him."
"I only hope you will not have trouble with him, Jacob, dear," observed Mrs. Dean, in ominous tones, that plainly intimated she thought the parson would.
"He has a good heart, though he is not so studious as his brother. Why have you shut the window, Rebecca? It is very warm."
Mrs. Dean did not say why. Perhaps she wished to guard against the conversation being heard. When any question not quite convenient to answer was put to her, she had a way of pa.s.sing it over in silence; and the parson was too yielding or too inert to ask again.
"_Of course_, Brother Jacob, you will make Herbert the heir."
The parson looked surprised. "Why should you suppose that, Rebecca? I think the two boys ought to share and share alike."
"My dear Jacob, how _can_ you think so? Your dead wife left you in charge, remember."
"That"s what I do remember, Rebecca. She never gave me the slightest hint that she should wish any difference to be made: she was as fond of one boy as of the other."
"Jacob, you must do your duty by the boys," returned Mrs. Dean, with affectionate solemnity. "Herbert must be his mother"s heir; it is right and proper it should be so: Jack must be trained to earn his own livelihood. Jack--dear fellow!--is, I fear, of a roving, random disposition: were you to leave any portion of the money to him, he would squander it in a year."
"Dear me, I hope not! But as to leaving all to his brother--or even a larger portion than to Jack--I don"t know that it would be right. A heavy responsibility lies on me in this charge, don"t you see, Rebecca?"
"No doubt it does. It is full eight-hundred a year. And _you_ must be putting something by, Jacob."
"Not much. I draw the money yearly, but expenses seem to swallow it up.
What with the ponies kept for the boys, and the cost of the masters from Worcester, and a hundred a year out of it that my wife desired the poor old nurse should have till she died, there"s not a great deal left. My living is a poor one, you know, and I like to help the poor freely. When the boys go to the university it will be all wanted."
Help the poor freely!--just like him! thought Aunt Dean.
"It would be waste of time and money to send Jack to college. You should try and get him some appointment abroad, Jacob. In India, say."
The clergyman opened his eyes at this, and said he should not like to see Jack go out of his own country. Jack"s mother had not had any opinion of foreign places. Jack himself interrupted the conversation. He came flying up the path, put down a cabbage leaf full of raspberries on the window-sill, and flung open the window with his stained fingers.
"Aunt Dean, I"ve picked these for you," he said, introducing the leaf, his handsome face and good-natured eyes bright and sparkling. "They"ve never been so good as they are this year. Father, just taste them."
Aunt Dean smiled sweetly, and called him her darling, and Mr. Lewis tasted the raspberries.
"We were just talking of you, Jack," cried the unsophisticated man--and Mrs. Dean slightly knitted her brows. "Your aunt says it is time you began to think of some profession."
"What, yet awhile?" returned Jack.
"That you may be suitably educated for it, my boy."
"I should like to be something that won"t want education," cried Jack, leaning his arms on the window-sill, and jumping up and down. "I think I"d rather be a farmer than anything, father."
The parson drew a long face. This had never entered into his calculations.
"I fear that would not do, Jack. I should like you to choose something higher than that; some profession by which you may rise in the world.
Herbert will go into the Church: what should you say to the Bar?"
Jack"s jumping ceased all at once. "What, be a barrister, father? Like those be-wigged fellows that come on circuit twice a year to Worcester?"
"Like that, Jack."
"But they have to study all their lives for it, father; and read up millions of books before they can pa.s.s! I couldn"t do it; I couldn"t indeed."
"What do you think of being a first-cla.s.s lawyer, then? I might place you with some good firm, such as----"
"Don"t, there"s a dear father!" interrupted Jack, all the sunshine leaving his face. "I"m afraid if I were at a desk I should kick it over without knowing it: I must be running out and about.--Are they all gone, Aunt Dean? Give me the leaf, and I"ll pick you some more."
The years went on. Jack was fifteen: Herbert eighteen and at Oxford: the advanced scholar had gone to college early. Aunt Dean spent quite half her time at Timberdale, from Easter till autumn, and the parson never rose up against it. She let her house during her absence: it was situated on the banks of the river a little way from Liverpool, near the place they call New Brighton now. It might have been called New Brighton then for all I know. One family always took the house for the summer months, glad to get out of hot Liverpool.
As to Jack, nothing had been decided in regard to his future, for opinions about it differed. A little Latin and a little history and a great deal of geography (for he liked that) had been drilled into him: and there his education ended. But he was the best climber and walker and leaper, and withal the best-hearted young fellow that Timberdale could boast: and he knew about land thoroughly, and possessed a great stock of general and useful and practical information. Many a day when some of the poorer farmers were in a desperate hurry to get in their hay or carry their wheat on account of threatening weather, had Jack Tanerton turned out to help, and toiled as hard and as long as any of the labourers. He was hail-fellow-well-met with everyone, rich and poor.