"No. I jest saved it-a dime at a time-see?"
Here she turned it out on the table-some bills, but mostly silver dimes and quarters.
"Thunder and scissors! Must be two er three hundred dollars there," stared he.
"They"s jest seventy-five dollars and thirty cents; jest about enough to go back on. Tickets is fifty-five dollars, goin" an" comin". That leaves twenty dollars for other expenses, not countin" what I"ve already spent, which is six-fifty," said she, recovering her self-possession. "It"s plenty."
"But y" ain"t calc"lated on no sleepers nor hotel bills."
"I ain"t goin" on no sleeper. Mis" Doudney says it"s jest scandalous the way things is managed on them cars. I"m goin" on the old-fashioned cars, where they ain"t no half-dressed men runain"
around."
"But you needn"t be afraid of them, Mother; at your age-"
"There! you needn"t throw my age an" homeliness into my face, Ethan Ripley. If I hadn"t waited an" tended on you so long, I"d look a little more"s I did when I married yeh."
Ripley gave it up in despair. He didn"t realize fully enough how the proposed trip had unsettled his wife"s nerves. She didn"t realize it herself.
"As for the hotel bills, they won"t be none. I a-goin" to pay them pirates as much for a day"s board as we"d charge for a week"s, an"
have nawthin" to eat but dishes. I"m goin" to take a chicken an"
some hard-boiled eggs, an" I"m goin" right through to Georgetown."
"Well, all right; but here"s the ticket I got."
"I don"t want yer ticket."
"But you"ve got to take it."
"Wall, I hain"t."
"Why, yes, ye have. It"s bought, an" they won"t take it back."
"Won"t they?" She was staggered again.
"Not much they won"t. I ast "em. A ticket sold is sold."
"Waal, if they won"t-"
"You bet they won"t."
"I s"pose I"ll haff to use it"; and that ended iti -They were a familiar sight as they rode down the road toward town next day. As usual, Mrs. Ripley sat up straight and stiff as "a half-drove wedge in a white-oak log." The day was cold and raw. There was some snow on the ground, but not enough to warrant the use of sleighs. It was "neither sleddin" nor wheelin"." The old people sat on a board laid across the box, and had an old quilt or two drawn up over their knees. Tewksbury lay in the back part of the box (which was filled with hay), where he jounced up and down, in company with a queer old trunk and a brand-new imitation-leather handbag, There is no ride quite so desolate and uncomfortable as a ride in a lumber wagon on a cold day in autumn, when the ground is frozen and the wind is strong and raw with threatening snow. The wagon wheels grind along in the snow, the cold gets in under the seat at the calves of one"s legs, and the ceaseless b.u.mping of the bottom of the box on the feet is frightful.
There was not much talk on the way down, and what little there was related mainly to certain domestic regulations to be strictly followed regarding churning, pickles, pancakes, etc. Mrs. Ripley wore a shawl over her head and carried her queer little black bonnet in her hand. Tewksbury was also wrapped in a shawl. The boy"s teeth were pounding together like castanets by the time they reached Cedarville, and every muscle ached with the fatigue of shaking. After a few purchases they drove down to the railway station, a frightful little den (common in the West) which was always too hot or too cold. It happened to be hot just now-a fact which rejoiced little Tewksbury.
"Now git my trunk stamped "r fixed, "r whatever they call it," she said to Ripley in a commanding tone, which gave great delight to the inevitable crowd of loafers begliming to a.s.semble. "Now remember, Tukey, have Granddad kill that biggest turkey night before Thanksgiving, an" then you run right over to Mis"
Doudney"s-she"s got a nawful tongue, but she can bake a turkey first-rate-an" she"ll fix up some squash pies for yeh. You can warm up one s" them mince pies. I wish ye could be with me, but ye can"t, so do the best ye can."
Ripley returning now, she said: "Waal, now, I"ve fixed things up the best I could. I"ve baked bread enough to last a week, an" Mis"
Doudney has promised to bake for yeh."
"I don"t like her bakin"."
"Waal, you"ll haff to stand it till I get back, "n" you"ll find a jar o"
sweet pickles an" some crabapple sauce down suller, "n" you"d better melt up brown sugar for "la.s.ses, "n" for goodness" sake don"t eat all them mince pies up the fust week, "n" see that Tukey ain"t froze goin" to school. An" now you"d better get out for home. Good-bye, an" remember them pies.
As they were riding home, Ripley roused up after a long silence.
"Did she-a-kiss you goodbye, Tukey?"
"No, sir," piped Tewksbury.
"Thunder! didn"t she?" After a silence. "She didn"t me, neither. I guess she kind of sort a forgot it, bein" so frustrated, y" know."
One cold, windy, intensely bright day, Mrs. Stacey, who lives about two miles from Cedarville, looking out of the window, saw a queer little figure struggling along the road, which was blocked here and there with drifts. It was an old woman laden with a good half-dozen parcels, any one of which was a load, which the wind seemed determined to wrench from her. She was dressed in black, with a full skirt, and her cloak being short, the wind had excellent opportunity. to inflate her garments ind sail her off occasionally into the deep snow outside the track, but she held on bravely till she reached the gate. As she turned in, Mrs. Stacey cried:
"Why! it"s Gran"ma Ripley, just getting back from her trip. Why!
how do you do? Come in. Why! you must be nearly frozen. Let me take off your hat and veil."
"No, thank ye kindly, but I can"t stop. I must be glttin" back to Ripley. I expec" that man has jest let ev"rything go six ways f"r Sunday."
"Oh, you must sit down just a minute and warm."
"Waal, I will, but I"ve got to git home by sundown. Sure I don"t s"pose they"s a thing in the house to eat."
"Oh dear! I wish Stacey was here, so he could take you home. An"
the boys at school."
"Don"t need any help, if "twa"n"t for these bundles an" things. I guess I"ll jest leave some of "em here an"- Here! take one of these apples. I brought "em from Lizy Jane"s suller, back to Yaark State."
"Oh! they"re delicious! You must have had a lovely time."
"Pretty good. But I kep" thinkin" o" Ripley an" Tukey all the time. I s"pose they have had a gay time of it" (she meant the opposite of gay). "Waal, as I told Lizy Jane, I"ve had my spree, an" now I"ve got to git back to work. They ain"t no rest for such as we are. As I told Lizy Jane, them folks in the big houses have Thanksgivin" dinners every day uv their lives, and men an" women in splendid do"s to wait on "em, so"t Thanksgivin" don"t mean anything to "em; but we poor critters, we make a great to-do if we have a good dinner oncet a year. I"ve saw a pile o" this world, Mrs. Stacey-a pile of it! I didn"t think they was so many big houses in the world as I saw b"tween here an" Chicago. Waal, I can"t set here gabbin"; I must get home to Ripley. Jest kinder stow them bags away. I"ll take two an" leave them three others. Goodbye. I must be gittin" home to Ripley. He"ll want his supper on time." And off up the road the indomitable little figure trudged, head held down to the cutting blast. Little snow fly, a speck on a measureless expanse, crawling along with painful breathing and slipping, sliding steps- "Gittin" home to Ripley an" the boy."
Ripley was out to the barn when she entered, but Tewksbury was building a fire in the old cookstove. He sprang up with a cry of joy and ran to her. She seized him and kissed him, and it did her so much good she hugged him close and kissed him again and again, crying hysterically.
"Oh, gran"ma, I"m so glad to see you! We"ve had an awful time since you"ve been gone."
She released him and looked around. A lot of dirty dishes were on the table, the tablecloth was a "sight to behold," and so was the stove-kettle marks all over the tablecloth, splotches of pancake batter all over the stove.
"Waal, I sh"d say as much," she dryly vouchsafed, untying her bonnet strings.
When Ripley came in she had on her regimentals, the stove was brushed, the room swept, and she was elbow-deep in the dishpan.
"Hullo, Mother! Got back, hev yeh?"
"I sh"d say it was about time," she replied briefly with-out looking up or ceasing work. "Has ol" "Cruuipy" dried up yit?" This was her greeting.
Her trip was a fact now; no chance could rob her of it. She had looked forward twenty-three years toward it, and now she could look back at it accomplished. She took up her burden again, never more thinking to lay it down.