""Keep happy, sweetheart, and grow wise.""
The low murmur of voices reached Miss Prudence in her chamber long after midnight, she smiled as she thought of Giant Despair and his wife Diffidence. And then she prayed for the wanderer over the seas, that he might go to his Father, as the prodigal did, and that, if it were not wrong or selfish to wish it, she might hear from him once more before she died.
And then the voices were quiet and the whole house was still.
XI.
GRANDMOTHER.
"Even trouble may be made a little sweet"--_Mrs. Platt._
"Here she is, grandmarm!" called out the Captain. "Run right in, Midget."
His wife was _marm_ and his mother _grandmarm_.
Marjorie ran in at the kitchen door and greeted the two occupants of the roomy kitchen. Captain Rheid had planned his house and was determined he said that the "women folks" should have room enough to move around in and be comfortable; he believed in having the "galley" as good a place to live in as the "cabin."
It was a handsome kitchen, with several windows, a fine stove, a well-arranged sink, a large cupboard, a long white pine table, three broad shelves displaying rows of shining tinware, a high mantel with three bra.s.s candlesticks at one end, and a small stone jar of fall flowers at the other, the yellow floor of narrow boards was glowing with its Sat.u.r.day afternoon mopping, and the general air of freshness and cleanliness was as refreshing as the breath of the sea, or the odor of the fields.
Marm and grandmarm liked it better.
"Deary me!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed grandma, "it"s an age since you were here."
"A whole week," declared Marjorie, standing on tiptoe to hang up her sack and hat on a hook near the shelves.
"n.o.body much comes in and it seems longer," complained the old lady.
"I think she"s very good to come once a week," said Hollis" sad-faced mother.
"Oh, I like to come," said Marjorie, pushing one of the wooden-bottomed chairs to grandmother"s side.
"It seems to me, things have happened to your house all of a sudden,"
said Mrs. Rheid, as she gave a final rub to the pump handle and hung up one of the tin washbasins over the sink.
"So it seems to us," replied Marjorie; "mother and I hardly feel at home yet. It seems so queer at the table with Linnet gone and two strangers--well, Mr. Holmes isn"t a stranger, but he"s a stranger at breakfast time."
"Don"t you know how it all came about?" inquired grandmother, who "admired" to get down to the roots of things.
"No, I guess--I think," she hastily corrected, "that n.o.body does. We all did it together. Linnet wanted to go with Miss Prudence and we all wanted her to go; Mr. Holmes wanted to come and we all wanted him to come; and then Mr. Holmes knew about Morris Kemlo, and father wanted a boy to do the ch.o.r.es for winter and Morris wanted to come, because he"s been in a drug store and wasn"t real strong, and his mother thought farm work and sea air together would be good for him."
"And you don"t go to school?" said Mrs. Rheid, bringing her work, several yards of crash to cut up into kitchen towels and to hem. Her chair was also a hard kitchen chair; Hollis" mother had never "humored"
herself, she often said, there was not a rocking chair in her house until all her boys were big boys; she had thumped them all to sleep in a straight-backed, high, wooden chair. But with this her thumping had ceased; she was known to be as lax in her government as the father was strict in his.
She was a little woman, with large, soft black eyes, with a dumb look of endurance about the lips and a drawl in her subdued voice. She had not made herself, her loving, rough boys, and her stern, faultfinding husband, had moulded not only her features, but her character. She was afraid of G.o.d because she was afraid of her husband, but she loved G.o.d because she knew he must love her, else her boys would not love her.
"Is Linnet homesick?" she questioned as her sharp shears cut through the crash.
"Yes, but not very much. She likes new places. She likes the school, and the girls, so far, and she likes Miss Prudence"s piano. Hollis has been to see her, and Helen Rheid has called to see her, and invited her and Miss Prudence to come to tea some time. Miss Prudence wrote me about Helen, and she"s _lovely_, Mrs. Rheid."
"So Hollis said. Have you brought her picture back?"
"Yes"m."
Marjorie slowly drew a large envelope from her pocket, and taking the imperial from it gazed at it long. There was a strange fascination to her in the round face, with its dark eyes and ma.s.s of dark hair piled high on the head. It was a vignette and the head seemed to be rising from folds of black lace, the only ornament was a tiny gold chain on which was placed a small gold cross.
To Marjorie this picture was the embodiment of every good and beautiful thing. It was somebody that she might be like when she had read all the master"s books, and learned all pretty, gentle ways. She never saw Helen Rheid, notwithstanding Helen Rheid"s life was one of the moulds in which some of her influences were formed. Helen Rheid was as much to her as Mrs. Browning was to Miss Prudence. After another long look she slipped the picture back into the envelope and laid it on the table behind her.
"You are going with Miss Prudence when Linnet is through, I suppose?"
asked Mrs. Rheid.
"So mother says. It seems a long time to wait, but I am studying at home.
Mother cannot spare me to go to school, now, and Mr. Holmes says he would rather hear me recite than not. So I am learning to sew and do housework as well."
"You need that as much as schooling," returned Mrs. Rheid, decidedly. "I wish one of my boys could have gone to college, there"s money enough to spare, but their father said he had got his learning knocking around the world and they could get theirs the same way."
"Hollis studies--he"s studying French now."
"Did you bring a letter from him?" inquired his mother, eagerly.
"Yes," said Marjorie, disappointedly, "but I wanted to keep it until the last thing. I wanted you to have the best last."
"If I ever do get the best it will be last!" said the subdued, sad voice.
"Then you shall have this first," returned the bright, childish voice.
But her watchful eyes had detected a st.i.tch dropped in grandmother"s work and that must be attended to first. The old lady gave up her work willingly and laid her head back to rest while Marjorie knit once around.
And then the short letter was twice read aloud and every sentence discussed.
"If I ever wrote to him I suppose he"d write to me oftener," said his mother, "but I can"t get my hands into shape for fine sewing or for writing. I"d rather do a week"s washing than write a letter."
Marjorie laughed and said she could write letters all day.
"I think Miss Prudence is very kind to you girls," said Mrs. Rheid. "Is she a relation?"
"Not a _real_ one," admitted Marjorie, reluctantly.
"There must be some reason for her taking to you and for your mother letting you go. Your mother has the real New England grit and she"s proud enough. Depend upon it, there"s a reason."
"Miss Prudence likes us, that"s the reason, and we like her."
"But that doesn"t repay _money_."
"She thinks it does. And so do we."