"Why, a leach-tub, for to leach ashes in. That"s easy enough.
I"ll fix it, afore we"re any on us much older. If Mr. Rossitur "ll keep me in good hard wood, I sha"n"t cost him hardly anything for potash."
"I"ll see about it," said Fleda; "and I will see about having the leach-tub, or whatever it is, put up for you. And, Barby, whenever you want anything, will you just speak to me about it? ? and if I am in the other room, ask me to come out here; because my aunt is not strong, and does not know where things are as well as I do; and when my uncle is in there, he sometimes does not like to be disturbed with hearing any such talk. If you"ll tell me, I"ll see and have everything done for you."
"Well ? you get me a leach sot up ? that"s all I"ll ask of you just now," said Barby, good-humouredly, "and help me to find the soap-grease, if there is any. As to the rest, I don"t want to see nothin" o" him in the kitchen, so I"ll relieve him if he don"t want to see much o" me in the parlour. I shouldn"t wonder if there wa"n"t a speck of it in the house."
Not a speck was there to be found.
"Your uncle"s pockets must ha" had a good hole in "em by this time," remarked Barby, as they came back from the cellar.
"However, there never was a crock so empty it couldn"t be filled. You get me a leach-tub sot up, and I"ll find work for it."
From that time, Fleda had no more trouble with her uncle and Barby. Each seemed to have a wholesome appreciation of the other"s combative qualities, and to shun them. With Mrs.
Rossitur, Barby was soon all-powerful. It was enough that she wanted a thing, if Mrs. Rossitur"s own resources could compa.s.s it. For Fleda, to say that Barby had presently a perfect understanding with her, and joined to that, a most affectionate, careful regard, is not, perhaps, saying much; for it was true of every one, without exception, with whom Fleda had much to do. Barby was to all of them a very great comfort and stand-by.
It was well for them that they had her within doors to keep things, as she called it, "right and tight;" for abroad the only system in vogue was one of fluctuation and uncertainty.
Mr. Rossitur"s Irishman, Donohan, staid his year out, doing as little good, and as much, at least, negative harm, as he well could; and then went, leaving them a good deal poorer than he found them. Dr. Gregory"s generosity had added to Mr.
Rossitur"s own small stock of ready money, giving him the means to make some needed outlays on the farm. But the outlay, ill-applied, had been greater than the income; a scarcity of"
money began to be more and more felt; and the comfort of the family accordingly drew within more and more narrow bounds.
The temper of the head of the family suffered in at least equal degree.
From the first of Barby"s coming, poor Fleda had done her utmost to prevent the want of Mons. Emile from being felt. Mr.
Rossitur"s table was always set by her careful hand, and all the delicacies that came upon it were, unknown to him, of her providing ? even the bread. One day, at breakfast, Mr.
Rossitur had expressed his impatient displeasure at that of Miss Elster"s manufacture. Fleda saw the distressed shade that came over her aunt"s face, and took her resolution. It was the last time. She had followed her plan of sending for the receipts, and she studied them diligently, both at home and under aunt Miriam. Natural quickness of eye and hand came in aid of her affectionate zeal, and it was not long before she could trust herself to undertake any operation in the whole range of her cookery-book. But, meanwhile, materials were growing scarce, and hard to come by. The delicate French rolls which were now always ready for her uncle"s plate in the morning, had sometimes nothing to back them, unless the unfailing water-cress from the good little spring in the meadow. Fleda could not spare her eggs, for, perhaps, they might have nothing else to depend upon for dinner. It was no burden to her to do these things; she had a sufficient reward in seeing that her aunt and Hugh ate the better, and that her uncle"s brow was clear; but it was a burden when her hands were tied by the lack of means, for she knew the failure of the usual supply was bitterly felt, not for the actual want, but for that other want which it implied and prefigured.
On the first dismissal of Donohan, Fleda hoped for a good turn of affairs. But Mr. Rossitur, disgusted with his first experiment, resolved this season to be his own head man; and appointed Lucas Springer the second in command, with a posse of labourers to execute his decrees. It did not work well. Mr.
Rossitur found he had a very tough prime minister, who would have every one of his plans to go through a kind of winnowing process by being tossed about in an argument. The arguments were interminable, until Mr. Rossitur not unfrequently quit the field with, "Well, do what you like about it!" ? not conquered, but wearied. The labourers, either from want of ready money, or of what they called "manners" in their employer, fell off at the wrong times, just when they were most wanted. Hugh threw himself then into the breach and wrought beyond his strength; and that tried Fleda worst of all. She was glad to see haying and harvest pa.s.s over; but the change of seasons seemed to bring only a change of disagreeableness, and she could not find that hope had any better breathing-time in the short days of winter than in the long days of summer. Her gentle face grew more gentle than ever, for under the shade of sorrowful patience, which was always there, now its meekness had no eclipse.
Mrs. Rossitur was struck with it one morning. She was coming down from her room and saw Fleda standing on the landing-place gazing out of the window. It was before breakfast one cold morning in winter. Mrs. Rossitur put her arms round her softly and kissed her.
"What are you thinking about, dear Fleda? ? you ought not to be standing here."
"I was looking at Hugh," said Fleda, and her eye went back to the window. Mrs. Rossitur"s followed it. The window gave them a view of the ground behind the house; and there was Hugh, just coming in with a large armful of heavy wood which he had been sawing.
"He isn"t strong enough to do that, aunt Lucy," said Fleda, softly.
"I know it," said his mother, in a subdued tone, and not moving her eye, though Hugh had disappeared.
"It is too cold for him; he is too thinly clad to bear this exposure," said Fleda, anxiously.
"I know it," said his mother, again.
"Can"t you tell uncle Rolf? can"t you get him to do it? I am afraid Hugh will hurt himself, aunt Lucy."
"I did tell him the other day ? I did speak to him about it,"
said Mrs. Rossitur; "but he said there was no reason why Hugh should do it ? there were plenty of other people ?"
"But how can he say so when he knows we never can ask Lucas to do anything of the kind, and that other man always contrives to be out of the way when he is wanted? Oh, what is he thinking of?" said Fleda, bitterly, as she saw Hugh again at his work.
It was so rarely that Fleda was seen to shed tears, that they always were a signal of dismay to any of the household. There was even agony in Mrs. Rossitur"s voice as she implored her not to give way to them. But, notwithstanding that, Fleda"s tears came this time from too deep a spring to be stopped at once.
"It makes me feel as if all was lost, Fleda, when I see you do so."
Fleda put her arms about her neck, and whispered that "she would not" ? that "she should not ?"
Yet it was a little while before she could say any more.
"But, aunt Lucy, he doesn"t know what he is doing."
"No; and I can"t make him know. I cannot say anything more, Fleda ? it would do no good. I don"t know what is the matter ?
he is entirely changed from what he used to be."
"I know what is the matter," said Fleda, now turning comforter in her turn, as her aunt"s tears fell more quietly, because more despairingly, than her own ? "I know what it is ? he is not happy; ? that is all. He has not succeeded well in these farm doings, and he wants money, and he is worried ? it is no wonder if he don"t seem exactly as he used to."
"And oh, that troubles me most of all!" said Mrs. Rossitur.
"The farm is bringing in nothing, I know ? he don"t know how to get along with it ? I was afraid it would be so; ? and we are paying nothing to uncle Orrin ? and it is just a dead weight on his hands; ? and I can"t bear to think of it! And what will it come to?"
Mrs. Rossitur was now in her turn surprised into showing the strength of her sorrows and apprehensions. Fleda was fain to put her own out of sight, and bend her utmost powers to soothe and compose her aunt, till they could both go down to the breakfast-table. She had got ready a nice little dish that her uncle was very fond of; but her pleasure in it was all gone; and indeed it seemed to be thrown away upon the whole table.
Half the meal was over before anybody said a word.
"I am going to wash my hands of these miserable farm affairs,"
said Mr. Rossitur.
"Are you?" said his wife.
"Yes ? of all personal concern in them; that is, I am wearied to death with the perpetual annoyances and vexations, and petty calls upon my time ? life is not worth having at such a rate! I"ll have done with it."
"You will give up the entire charge to Lucas?" said Mrs.
Rossitur.
"Lucas! ? No! ? I wouldn"t undergo that man"s tongue for another year if he would take out his wages in talking. I could not have more of it in that case than I have had the last six months. After money, the thing that man loves best is certainly the sound of his own voice; ? and a most insufferable egotist! No ? I have been talking with a man who wants to take the whole farm for two years upon shares ? that will clear me of all trouble."
There was sober silence for a few minutes, and then Mrs.
Rossitur asked who it was.
"His name is Didenhover."
"Oh, uncle Rolf, don"t have anything to do with him!"
exclaimed Fleda.
"Why not?"
"Because he lived with grandpa a great while ago, and behaved very ill. Grandpa had a great deal of trouble with him."
"How old were you then?"
"I was young to be sure," said Fleda, hanging her head, "but I remember very well how it was."
"You may have occasion to remember it a second time," said Mr.