Placing the basket on the ground, she proceeded to wipe with a cloth the clothes-line, which Bindle had put up before breakfast.
The sight of her neat, angular form in the garden was the signal for Mrs. Grimps to come to her back door, whilst Mrs. Sawney ascended her stairs. A moment later, the back window of No. 9 was thrown up with a flourish, and the hard face of Sandy"s mistress appeared.
It was a curious circ.u.mstance that, although there was never any pre-arrangement, Mrs. Sawney always seemed to appear at the window just as Mrs. Grimps emerged from her back door, or the order would be reversed. Never had they been known both to appear together, either at window or at door. Their mutual understanding seemed to be that of the ancient pair in the old-fashioned weather-indicator.
"Good morning, Mrs. Grimps," called Mrs. Sawney from her post of vantage.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sawney," responded Mrs. Grimps. "Beautiful day, ain"t it?"
"Fine dryin" weather," responded Mrs. Sawney.
"I see you got your washin" finished early yes"day."
"Yes, an" a rare lot there was this week," said Mrs. Sawney, settling her arms comfortably upon the window-sill. "You "ad a tidy bit, too, I see."
"Yes," replied Mrs. Grimps, picking a back-tooth with a hair-pin. "Mr.
Grimps is like Mr. Sawney, must "ave "is clean pair o" pants every week, "e must, an" a shirt an" vest, too. I tell "im he ought to "ave been a millionaire."
"Ah!" said Mrs. Sawney, "I sometimes wishes my "usband would be content with calico linings to "is trousers, like some folks I could name. "E"s afraid o" them rubbin" "im, "e says; but then "e always was clean in "is "abits."
This remark was directly levelled at Mrs. Bindle"s censorship of everything appertaining to nether-laundry.
"Well, I must say I sympathises with "im," remarked Mrs. Grimps, returning the hair-pin to where it belonged. "When I sees some folks"
washing, I says to myself, I says, "Wot can they wear underneath?""
"An" well you might, Mrs. Grimps," cried Mrs. Sawney meaningly. "P"raps they spend the money on pink ribbons to tie up their lace curtains. It"s all very well to make a show with yer windows, but," with the air of one who has made an important discovery, "you can"t be clean unless you"re clean all over, I says."
Whilst these remarks were being bandied to and fro over her head, Mrs.
Bindle had been engaged in pegging to the clothes-line the first batch of her week"s wash. Her face was grimmer and harder than usual, and there was in her eyes a cold, grey look, suggestive of an iron control.
"Yes," proceeded Mrs. Grimps, "I always "ave said an" always shall, that it"s the underneaths wot count."
Mrs. Bindle stuck a peg in the corner of a tablecloth and, taking another from her mouth, she proceeded to the other end of the tablecloth and jabbed that, too, astride the line.
""Always "ave dainty linjerry, "Arriet," my pore mother used to say,"
continued Mrs. Sawney, "an" I always "ave. After all, who wants three pillow-cases a week?"
This was in the nature of a direct challenge, as Mrs. Bindle had just stepped back from attaching to the line a third pillow-case, which immediately proceeded to balloon itself into joyous abandon.
"If you _are_ religious, you didn"t ought to be cruel to dumb animals,"
announced Mrs. Grimps, "throwin" water over the pore creatures."
"That sort never is kind to any think but theirselves," commented Mrs.
Sawney, with the air of one who is well-versed in the ways of the devout.
Each time Mrs. Bindle emerged from her scullery that morning, her two relentless neighbours appeared as if by magic, and oblique pleasantries ebbed and flowed above her head.
The episode of Mrs. Bindle"s lock-out was discussed in detail. The "goody-goody" qualities affected by "some people" were commented on in relation to the more brutal instincts they occasionally manifested.
The treatment that certain pleasant-spoken husbands, whom it was "a pleasure to meet," received from their wives, whose faces were like "vinegar on the point of a needle," left both Mrs. Grimps and Mrs.
Sawney incapable of expressing the indignation that was within them.
When Bindle came home to dinner, he found "Mrs. B. with a temper wot "ad got a nasty edge on it," as he expressed it to one of his mates on his return to work. He was too wise, however, to venture an enquiry as to the cause. He realised that to ask for the wind might mean reaping the whirlwind.
Immediately after the meal, Mrs. Bindle proceeded to clear the lines to make room for another batch. She hoped to get done whilst her neighbours were at dinner; but she had not been in the garden half-a-minute before her tormentors appeared.
"I been thinkin" of keepin" a few fowls," remarked Mrs. Sawney, her mouth full of bread and cheese, "jest a "andful of c.o.c.ks an" a few "ens," and she winked down at Mrs. Grimps, as Mrs. Bindle pegged a lace window-curtain on the line, having first subjected it to a vigorous rubbing with a duster.
"An" very nice too," agreed Mrs. Grimps; "I must say I likes an egg for my tea," she added, "only them c.o.c.ks do fight so."
"Well, I shouldn"t get too many," continued Mrs. Sawney, "say three c.o.c.ks an" three "ens. They ought to get on nicely together."
These remarks had reference to a one-time project of Mrs. Bindle to supply her table with new-laid eggs, in the pursuit of which she had purchased three pairs of birds, equally divided as to s.e.x.
"That was the only time I ever enjoyed a bit o" c.o.c.k-fightin" on my own," Bindle was wont to remark, when telling the story of Mrs. Bindle"s application of the rule of monogamy to a fowl-run.
He had made one endeavour to enlighten Mrs. Bindle upon the fact that the domestic c.o.c.k (she insisted on the term "rooster") had neither rounded Cape Turk, nor weathered Seraglio Point; but he was told not to be disgusting, Mrs. Bindle"s invariable rejoinder when s.e.x matters cropped up. He had therefore desisted, enjoying to the full Mrs.
Bindle"s efforts to police her new colony.
In those days, the Bindle"s back garden had been a riot of flying feathers, belligerent c.o.c.ks and squawking hens, chivvied about by Mrs.
Bindle, armed with mop or broom.
Mrs. Sawney and a Mrs. Telcher, who had preceded Mrs. Grimps in the occupancy of No. 5, had sat at their bedroom windows, laughing until the tears ran down their dubious cheeks and their sides ached. When their mirth permitted, they had tendered advice; but for the most part they were so weak from laughing that speech was denied them.
Mrs. Bindle"s knowledge of the ways of fowls was limited; but it embraced one important piece of information--that without "roosters", hens would not lay. When Bindle had striven to set her right, he had been silenced with the inevitable, "Don"t be disgusting."
She had reasoned that if hens were stimulated to lay by the presence of the "male bird", then a cavalier each would surely result in an increased output.
The fowls, however, had disappeared as suddenly as they had come, and thereafter Bindle realised that it was neither safe nor politic to refer to the subject. It had taken a plate of rice, hurled at his head from the other side of the kitchen, to bring him to this philosophical frame of mind.
For weeks afterwards, the children of Fenton Street would greet Mrs.
Bindle"s appearance with strange crowing noises, which pleased them and convulsed their parents; for Mrs. Bindle"s fowls had become _the_ joke of the neighbourhood.
"I must say I likes a man wots got a pleasant word for everyone,"
remarked Mrs. Sawney, some two hours later, as Mrs. Bindle picked up the clothes-basket containing the last of the day"s wash, and made for the scullery door, "even when "e ain"t "appy in "is "ome life," she added, as the scullery door banged-to for the day, and Mrs. Grimps concurred as she disappeared, to catch-up with the day"s work as best she could, and prepare the children"s tea.
III
That evening at supper, Bindle heard what had been withheld from Mrs.
Grimps and Mrs. Sawney--Mrs. Bindle"s opinion of her neighbours. With great dexterity, she managed to link him up with their misdeeds. He should have got on as his brother-in-law, Mr. Hearty, had got on, and then she would not have been forced to reside in a neighbourhood so utterly dead to all sense of refinement and proper conduct.
Bindle had come to regard Tuesdays as days of wrath, and he usually managed to slip out after supper with as little ostentation as possible.
Reasoning that religion and cleanliness were productive of such mental disturbances, he was frankly for what he called "a dirty "eathen"; but he was wise enough to keep his views to himself.
"If you were a man you"d stop it," she stormed, "allowing me to be insulted as I"ve been to-day."
"But "ow can I stop you an" them a-sc.r.a.ppin"?" he protested, with corrugated forehead.