She sought for some utterance. She wanted to talk with Ninian.
"I do hope we"ve brought sandwiches enough," was all that she could get to say.
They chose a spot, that is to say Dwight Herbert chose a spot, across the river and up the sh.o.r.e where there was at that season a strip of warm beach. Dwight Herbert declared himself the builder of incomparable fires, and made a bad smudge. Ninian, who was a camper neither by birth nor by adoption, kept offering brightly to help, could think of nothing to do, and presently, bethinking himself of skipping stones, went and tried to skip them on the flowing river. Ina cut her hand opening the condensed milk and was obliged to sit under a tree and nurse the wound.
Monona spilled all the salt and sought diligently to recover it. So Lulu did all the work. As for Di and Bobby, they had taken the pail and gone for water, discouraging Monona from accompanying them, discouraging her to the point of tears. But the two were gone for so long that on their return Dwight was hungry and cross and majestic.
"Those who disregard the comfort of other people," he enunciated, "can not expect consideration for themselves in the future."
He did not say on what ethical tenet this dictum was based, but he delivered it with extreme authority. Ina caught her lower lip with her teeth, dipped her head, and looked at Di. And Monona laughed like a little demon.
As soon as Lulu had all in readiness, and cold corned beef and salad had begun their orderly progression, Dwight became the immemorial dweller in green fastnesses. He began:
"This is ideal. I tell you, people don"t half know life if they don"t get out and eat in the open. It"s better than any tonic at a dollar the bottle. Nature"s tonic--eh? Free as the air. Look at that sky. See that water. Could anything be more pleasant?"
He smiled at his wife. This man"s face was glowing with simple pleasure.
He loved the out-of-doors with a love which could not explain itself.
But he now lost a definite climax when his wife"s comment was heard to be:
"Monona! Now it"s all over both ruffles. And mamma does try so hard...."
After supper some boys arrived with a boat which they beached, and Dwight, with enthusiasm, gave the boys ten cents for a half hour"s use of that boat and invited to the waters his wife, his brother and his younger daughter. Ina was timid----not because she was afraid but because she was congenitally timid--with her this was not a belief or an emotion, it was a disease.
"Dwight darling, are you sure there"s no danger?"
Why, none. None in the world. Whoever heard of drowning in a river.
"But you"re not so very used----"
Oh, wasn"t he? Who was it that had lived in a boat throughout youth if not he?
Ninian refused out-of-hand, lighted a cigar, and sat on a log in a permanent fashion. Ina"s plump figure was fitted in the stern, the child Monona affixed, and the boat put off, bow well out of water. On this pleasure ride the face of the wife was as the face of the d.a.m.ned.
It was true that she revered her husband"s opinions above those of all other men. In politics, in science, in religion, in dentistry she looked up to his dicta as to revelation. And was he not a magistrate? But let him take oars in hand, or shake lines or a whip above the back of any horse, and this woman would trust any other woman"s husband by preference. It was a phenomenon.
Lulu was making the work last, so that she should be out of everybody"s way. When the boat put off without Ninian, she felt a kind of terror and wished that he had gone. He had sat down near her, and she pretended not to see. At last Lulu understood that Ninian was deliberately choosing to remain with her. The languor of his bulk after the evening meal made no explanation for Lulu. She asked for no explanation. He had stayed.
And they were alone. For Di, on a pretext of examining the flocks and herds, was leading Bobby away to the pastures, a little at a time.
The sun, now fallen, had left an even, waxen sky. Leaves and ferns appeared drenched with the light just withdrawn. The hush, the warmth, the colour, were charged with some influence. The air of the time communicated itself to Lulu as intense and quiet happiness. She had not yet felt quiet with Ninian. For the first time her blind excitement in his presence ceased, and she felt curiously accustomed to him. To him the air of the time imparted itself in a deepening of his facile sympathy.
"Do you know something?" he began. "I think you have it pretty hard around here."
"I?" Lulu was genuinely astonished.
"Yes, sir. Do you have to work like this all the time? I guess you won"t mind my asking."
"Well, I ought to work. I have a home with them. Mother too."
"Yes, but glory. You ought to have some kind of a life of your own. You want it, too. You told me you did--that first day."
She was silent. Again he was investing her with a longing which she had never really had, until he had planted that longing. She had wanted she knew not what. Now she accepted the dim, the romantic interest of this role.
"I guess you don"t see how it seems," he said, "to me, coming along--a stranger so. I don"t like it."
He frowned, regarded the river, flicked away ashes, his diamond obediently shining. Lulu"s look, her head drooping, had the liquid air of the look of a young girl. For the first time in her life she was feeling her helplessness. It intoxicated her.
"They"re very good to me," she said.
He turned. "Do you know why you think that? Because you"ve never had anybody really good to you. That"s why."
"But they treat me good."
"They make a slave of you. Regular slave." He puffed, frowning. "d.a.m.ned shame, _I_ call it," he said.
Her loyalty stirred Lulu. "We have our whole living----"
"And you earn it. I been watching you since I been here. Don"t you ever go anywheres?"
She said: "This is the first place in--in years."
"Lord. Don"t you want to? Of course you do!"
"Not so much places like this----"
"I see. What you want is to get away--like you"d ought to." He regarded her. "You"ve been a blamed fine-looking woman," he said.
She did not flush, but that faint, unsuspected Lulu spoke for her:
"You must have been a good-looking man once yourself."
His laugh went ringing across the water. "You"re pretty good," he said.
He regarded her approvingly. "I don"t see how you do it," he mused, "blamed if I do."
"How I do what?"
"Why come back, quick like that, with what you say."
Lulu"s heart was beating painfully. The effort to hold her own in talk like this was terrifying. She had never talked in this fashion to any one. It was as if some matter of life or death hung on her ability to speak an alien tongue. And yet, when she was most at loss, that other Lulu, whom she had never known anything about, seemed suddenly to speak for her. As now:
"It"s my grand education," she said.
She sat humped on the log, her beautiful hair shining in the light of the warm sky. She had thrown off her hat and the linen duster, and was in her blue gingham gown against the sky and leaves. But she sat stiffly, her feet carefully covered, her hands ill at ease, her eyes rather piteous in their hope somehow to hold her vague own. Yet from her came these sufficient, insouciant replies.
"Education," he said laughing heartily. "That"s mine, too." He spoke a creed. "I ain"t never had it and I ain"t never missed it."
"Most folks are happy without an education," said Lulu.
"You"re not very happy, though."
"Oh, no," she said.