"You "ain"t got a bite of anything t" eat, have ye?" she asked, indifferently.
Dorcas went to the pantry, and brought forth pie, doughnuts and cheese, and a dish of cold beans. The coffee-pot was waiting on the stove. One would have said the visitor had been expected. Nance rose and tramped over to the table. But Dorcas stood firmly in the way.
"No, Nancy, no! You wait a minute! Are you going to meeting to-day?"
"I "ain"t had a meal o" victuals for a week!" remarked Nance, addressing no one in particular.
"Nancy, are you going to meeting?"
"Whose seat be I goin" to set in?" inquired Nance, rebelliously, yet with a certain air of capitulation.
"You can sit in mine. Haven"t you sat there for the last five years?
Now, Nancy, don"t hinder me!"
"Plague take it, then! I"ll go!"
At this expected climax, Dorcas stood aside, and allowed her visitor to serve herself with beans. When Nance"s first hunger had been satisfied, she began a rambling monologue, of an accustomed sort to which Dorcas never listened.
"I went down to peek into the Poorhouse winders, this mornin". There they all sut, like rats in a trap. "Got ye, "ain"t they?" says I. Old Sal Flint she looked up, an" if there"d been a butcher-knife handy, I guess she"d ha" throwed it. "It"s that Injun!" says she to Mis" Giles.
"Don"t you take no notice!" "I dunno"s I"m an Injun," says I, "I dunno how much Injun I be. I can"t look so fur back as that. I dunno"s there"s any more Injun in me than there is devil in you!" I says. An"
then the overseer he come out, an" driv" me off. "You won"t git me in there," says I to him, "not so long"s I"ve got my teeth to chaw sa.s.safras, an" my claws to dig me a holler in the ground!" But when I come along, he pa.s.sed me on the road, an" old Sal Flint sut up by him on the seat, like a b.u.mp on a log. I guess he was carryin" her over to that Pope-o"-Rome meetin" they"ve got over to Sudleigh."
Dorcas turned about, in anxious interest.
"Oh, I wonder if he was! How _can_ folks give up their own meeting for that?"
Nance pushed her chair back from the table.
"Want to see all kinds, I s"pose," she said, slyly. "Guess I"ll try it myself, another Sunday!"
"Anybody to home?" came a very high and wheezy voice from the doorway.
Dorcas knew that also, and so did Nance Pete.
"It"s that old haddock"t lives up on the mountain," said the latter, composedly, searching in her pocket, and then pulling out a stray bit of tobacco and pressing it tenderly into her pipe.
An old man, dressed in a suit of very antique b.u.t.ternut clothes, stood at the sill, holding forward a bunch of pennyroyal. He was weazened and dry; his cheeks were parchment color, and he bore the look of an active yet extreme old age. He was totally deaf. Dorcas advanced toward him, taking a bright five-cent piece from her pocket. She held it out to him, and he, in turn, extended the pennyroyal; but before taking it, she went through a solemn pantomime. She made a feint of accepting the herb, and then pointed to him and to the road.
"Yes, yes!" said the old man, irritably. "Bless ye! of course I"m goin"
to meetin". I"ll set by myself, though! Yes, I will! Las" Sunday, I set with Jont Marshall, an" every time I sung a note, he dug into me with his elbow, till I thought I should ha" fell out the pew-door. My voice is jest as good as ever "twas, an" sixty-five year ago come spring, I begun to set in the seats."
The coin and pennyroyal changed ownership, and he tottered away, chattering to himself in his senile fashion.
"Look here, you!" he shouted back, his hand on the gate. "Heerd anything o" that new doctor round here? Well, he"s been a-pokin" into my ears, an" I guess he"d ha" cured me, if anybody could. You know I don"t hear so well"s I used to. He went a-peekin" an" a-pryin" round my ears, as if he"d found a hornet"s nest. I dunno what he see there; I know he shook his head. I guess we shouldn"t ha" got no such a man to settle down here if he wa"n"t so asthmy he couldn"t git along where he was. That"s the reason he come, they say. He"s a bright one!"
Dorcas left her sweeping, and ran out after him. For the moment, she forgot his hopeless durance in fleshly walls.
"Did he look at "em?" she cried. "Did he? Tell me what he said!"
"Why, of course I don"t hear no better yit!" answered old Simeon, testily, turning to stump away, "but that ain"t no sign I sha"n"t! He"s a beauty! I set up now, when he goes by, so"s I can hear him when he rides back. I put a quilt down in the fore-yard, an" when the ground trimbles a mite, I git up to see if it"s his hoss. Once I laid there till "leven. He"s a beauty, he is!"
He went quavering down the road, and Dorcas ran back to the house, elated afresh. An unregarded old man could give him the poor treasure of his affection, quite unasked. Why should not she?
Nance was just taking her unceremonious leave. Her pockets bulged with doughnuts, and she had wrapped half a pie in the Sudleigh "Star,"
surrept.i.tiously filched from the woodbox.
"Well, I guess I"ll be gittin" along towards meetin"," she said, in a tone of unconcern, calculated to allay suspicion. "I"m in hopes to git a mite o" terbacker out o" Hiram Cole, if he"s settin" lookin" at his pigs, where he is "most every Sunday. I"ll have a smoke afore I go in."
"Don"t you be late!"
"I"m a-goin" in late, or not at all!" answered Nance, contradictorily.
"My bunnit ain"t trimmed on the congregation side, an" I want to give "em a chance to see it all round. I"m a-goin" up the aisle complete!"
Dorcas finished her work, and, having tidied her father"s room, sat down by his bedside for the simple rites that made their Sabbath holy.
With the first clanging stroke of the old bell, not half a mile away, they fell into silence, waiting reverently through the necessary pause for allowing the congregation to become seated. Then they went through the service together, from hymn and prayer to the sermon. The parson had his ma.n.u.script ready, and he began reading it, in the pulpit-voice of his prime. At that moment, some of his old vigor came back to him, and he uttered the conventional phrases of his church with conscious power; though so little a man, he had always a sonorous delivery. After a page or two, his hands began to tremble, and his voice sank.
"You read a spell, Dorcas," he whispered, in pathetic apology. "I"ll rest me a minute." So Dorcas read, and he listened. Presently he fell asleep, and she still went on, speaking the words mechanically, and busy with her own tumultuous thoughts. Amazement possessed her that the world could be so full of joy to which she had long been deaf. She could hear the oriole singing in the elm; his song was almost articulate. The trees waved a little, in a friendly fashion, through the open windows; friendly in the unspoken kinship of green things to our thought, yet remote in their own seclusion. One tall, delicate locust, gowned in summer"s finest gear, stirred idly at the top, as if through an inward motion, untroubled by the wind. Dorcas"s mind sought out the doctor, listening to the sermon in her bare little church, and she felt quite content. She had entered the first court of love, where a spiritual possession is enough, and asks no alms of bodily nearness.
When she came to the end of the sermon, her hands fell in her lap, and she gave herself up without reserve to the idle delight of satisfied dreaming. The silence pressed upon her father, and he opened his eyes wide with the startled look of one who comprehends at once the requirements of time and place. Then, in all solemnity, he put forth his hands; and Dorcas, bending her head, received the benediction for the congregation he would never meet again. She roused herself to bring in his beef-tea, and at the moment of carrying away the tray, a step sounded on the walk. She knew who it was, and smiled happily. The lighter foot keeping pace beside it, she did not hear.
"Dorcas," said her father, "git your bunnit. It"s time for Sunday-school."
"Yes, father."
The expected knock came at the door. She went forward, tying on her bonnet, and her cheeks were pink. The doctor stood on the doorstone, and Phoebe was with him. He smiled at Dorcas, and put out his hand.
This, according to Tiverton customs, was a warm demonstration at so meaningless a moment; it seemed a part of his happy friendliness. It was Phoebe who spoke.
"I"ll stay outside while the doctor goes in. I can sit down here on the step. Your father needn"t know I am here any more than usual. I told the doctor not to talk, coming up the walk."
The doctor smiled at her. Phoebe looked like a rose in her Sunday white, and the elder woman felt a sudden joy in her, untouched by envy of her youth and bloom. Phoebe only seemed a part of the beautiful new laws to which the world was freshly tuned, Dorcas coveted nothing; she envied n.o.body. She herself possessed all, in usurping her one rich kingdom.
"All right," she said. "The doctor can step in now, and see father.
I"ll hurry back, as soon as Sunday-school is over." She walked away, glancing happily at the flowers on either side of the garden-path. She wanted to touch all their leaves, because, last night, he had praised them.
Returning, when her hour was over, she walked very fast; her heart was waking into hunger, and she feared he might be gone. But he was there, sitting on the steps beside Phoebe, and when the gate swung open, they did not hear. Phoebe"s eyes were dropped, and she was poking her parasol into the moss-encrusted path; the doctor was looking into her face, and speaking quite eagerly. He heard Dorcas first, and sprang up.
His eyes were so bright and forceful in the momentary gleam of meeting hers, that she looked aside, and tried to rule her quickening breath.
"Miss Dorcas," said he, "I"m telling this young lady she mustn"t forget to eat her dinner at school. I find she quite ignores it, if she has sums to do, or blots to erase. Why, it"s shocking."
"Of course she must eat her dinner!" said Dorcas, tenderly. "Why, yes, of course! Phoebe, do as he tells you. He knows."
Phoebe blushed vividly.
"Does he?" she answered, laughing. "Well, I"ll see. Good-by, Miss Dorcas. I"ll come in for Friday night meeting, if I don"t before.
Good-by."
"I"ll walk along with you," said the doctor. "If you"ll let me," he added, humbly.
Phoebe turned away with a little toss of her head, and he turned, too, breaking a sprig of southernwood. Dorcas was glad to treasure the last sight of him putting to his lips the fragrant herb she had bruised for his sake. It seemed to carry over into daylight the joy of the richer night; it was like seeing the silken thread on which her pearls were strung. She called to them impetuously,--