It is only just to say that Nancy was not absolutely dest.i.tute of self-control and politeness, because at this moment she had a really vicious desire to wash Julia"s supercilious face and neat nose with the dishcloth, fresh from the frying pan. She knew that she could not grasp those irritating "high thoughts" and apply the grime of daily living to them concretely and actually, but Julia"s face was within her reach, and Nancy"s fingers tingled with desire. No trace of this savage impulse appeared in her behavior, however; she rinsed the dishpan, turned it upside down in the sink, and gave the wiping towels to Julia, asking her to wring them out in hot water and hang them on the barberry bushes, according to Mrs. Carey"s instructions.
"It doesn"t seem as if I could!" whimpered Julia. "I have always been so sensitive, and dish towels are so disgusting! They do _smell_, Nancy!"
"They do," said Nancy sternly, "but they will smell worse if they are not washed! I give you the dish-wiping and take the washing, just to save your hands, but you must turn and turn about with Kathleen and me with some of the ugly, hateful things. If you were company of course we couldn"t let you, but you are a member of the family. Our princ.i.p.al concern must be to keep mother"s "high thoughts" from grime; ours must just take their chance!"
Oh! how Julia disliked Nancy at this epoch in their common history; and how cordially and vigorously the dislike was returned! Many an unhappy moment did Mother Carey have over the feud, mostly deep and silent, that went on between these two; and Gilbert"s att.i.tude was not much more hopeful. He had found a timetable or syllabus for the day"s doings, over Julia"s washstand. It had been framed under Miss Tewksbury"s guidance, who knew Julia"s unpunctuality and lack of system, and read as follows:--
_Syllabus_
Rise at 6.45.
Bathe and dress.
Devotional Exercises 7.15.
Breakfast 7.45.
Household tasks till 9.
Exercise out of doors 9 to 10.
Study 10 to 12.
Preparations for dinner 12 to 1.
Recreation 2 to 4.
Study 4 to 5.
Preparation for supper 5 to 6.
Wholesome reading, walking, or conversation 7 to 8.
Devotional exercises 9.
Bed 9.30.
There was nothing wrong about this; indeed, it was excellently conceived; still it appeared to Gilbert as excessively funny, and with Nancy"s help he wrote another syllabus and tacked it over Julia"s bureau.
_Time Card_
On waking I can Pray for Gilly and Nan; Eat breakfast at seven.
Or ten or eleven, Nor think when it"s noon That luncheon"s too soon.
From twelve until one I can munch on a bun.
At one or at two My dinner"ll be due.
At three, say, or four, I"ll eat a bit more.
When the clock"s striking five Some mild exercise, Very brief, would be wise, Lest I lack appet.i.te For my supper at night.
Don"t go to bed late, Eat a light lunch at eight, Nor forget to say prayers For my cousins downstairs.
Then with conscience like mine I"ll be sleeping at nine.
Mrs. Carey had a sense of humor, and when the weeping Julia brought the two doc.u.ments to her for consideration she had great difficulty in adjusting the matter gravely and with due sympathy for her niece.
"The F-f-f-fergusons never mentioned my appet.i.te," Julia wailed. "They were always trying to g-g-get me to eat!"
"Gilbert and Nancy are a little too fond of fun, and a little too p.r.o.ne to chaffing," said Mrs. Carey. "They forget that you are not used to it, but I will try to make them more considerate. And don"t forget, my dear, that in a large family like ours we must learn to "live and let live.""
XIV
WAYS AND MEANS
It was late June, and Gilbert had returned from school, so the work of making the Yellow House attractive and convenient was to move forward at once. Up to now, the unpacking and distribution of the furniture, with the daily housework and cooking, had been all that Mrs. Carey and the girls could manage.
A village Jack-of-all-trades, Mr. Ossian Popham, generally and familiarly called "Osh" Popham, had been called in to whitewash existing closets and put hooks in them; also, with Bill Harmon"s consent, to make new ones here and there in handy corners. Dozens of shelves in odd s.p.a.ces helped much in the tidy stowing away of household articles, bed-clothing, and stores. In the midst of this delightful and cheery setting-to-rights a letter arrived from Cousin Ann. The family was all sitting together in Mrs. Carey"s room, the announced intention being to hold an important meeting of the Ways and Means Committee, the Careys being strong on ways and uniformly short on means.
The arrival of the letters by the hand of Bill Harmon"s boy occurred before the meeting was called to order.
"May I read Cousin Ann"s aloud?" asked Nancy, who had her private reasons for making the offer.
"Certainly," said Mrs. Carey unsuspectingly, as she took up the inevitable stocking. "I almost wish you had all been storks instead of chickens; then you would always have held up one foot, and perhaps that stocking, at least, wouldn"t have had holes in it!"
"Poor Muddy! I"m learning to darn," cried Kathleen, kissing her.
LONGHAMPTON, NEW JERSEY, _June 27th_.
MY DEAR MARGARET [so Nancy read],--The climate of this seaside place suits me so badly that I have concluded to spend the rest of the summer with you, lightening those household tasks which will fall so heavily on your shoulders.
[Groans from the whole family greeted this opening pa.s.sage, and Gilbert cast himself, face down, on his mother"s lounge.]
It is always foggy here when it does not rain, and the cooking is very bad. The manager of the hotel is uncivil and the office clerks very rude, so that Beulah, unfortunate place of residence as I consider it, will be much preferable.
I hope you are getting on well with the work on the house, although I regard your treating it as if it were your own, as the height of extravagance. You will never get back a penny you spend on it, and probably when you get it in good order Mr.
Hamilton will come back from Europe and live in it himself, or take it away from you and sell it to some one else.
Gilbert will be home by now, but I should not allow him to touch the woodwork, as he is too careless and unreliable.
["She"ll never forget that the bed came down with her!" exclaimed Gilbert, his voice m.u.f.fled by the sofa cushions.]
Remember me to Julia. I hope she enjoys her food better than when I was with you. Children must eat if they would grow.
[Mother Carey p.r.i.c.ked up her ears at this point, and Gilbert raised himself on one elbow, but Nancy went on gravely.]
Tell Kathleen to keep out of the sun, or wear a hat, as her complexion is not at all what it used to be. Without color and with freckles she will be an unusually plain child.
[Kathleen flushed angrily and laid down her work.]
Give my love to darling Nancy. What a treasure you have in your eldest, Margaret! I hope you are properly grateful for her. Such talent, such beauty, such grace, such discretion--
But here the family rose _en ma.s.se_ and descended on the reader of the spurious letter just as she had turned the first page. In the amiable scuffle that ensued, a blue slip fell from Cousin Ann"s envelope and Gilbert handed it to his mother with the letter.
Mrs. Carey, wiping the tears of merriment that came to her eyes in spite of her, so exactly had Nancy caught Cousin Ann"s epistolary style, read the real communication, which ran as follows:--
DEAR MARGARET,--I have had you much in mind since I left you, always with great anxiety lest your strength should fail under the unexpected strain you put upon it. I had intended to give each of you a check for thirty-five dollars at Christmas to spend as you liked, but I must say I have not entire confidence in your judgment. You will be likelier far to decorate the walls of the house than to bring water into the kitchen sink. I therefore enclose you three hundred dollars and beg that you will have the well piped _at once_, and if there is any way to carry the water to the bedroom floor, do it, and let me send the extra amount involved. You will naturally have the well cleaned out anyway, but I should prefer never to know what you found in it. My only other large gift to you in the past was one of ornaments, sent, you remember, at the time of your wedding!
["We remember!" groaned the children in chorus.]
I do not regret this, though my view of life, of its sorrows and perplexities, has changed somewhat, and I am more practical than I used to be. The general opinion is that in giving for a present an object of permanent beauty, your friends think of you whenever they look upon it.
["That"s so!" remarked Gilbert to Nancy.]