"Speakin" of the teacher," remarked Mr. Potts, "I"m one that speaks in favor of Miss Gilman every time, and Jotham seconds everything I say."
"Lemme tell ye what my Timotheus is a doin" these days. I set him ter hoeing fer me, and I tell ye ye"d like ter watch him a spell," said old Mr. Simpkins, his face beaming with pride in his youngest son.
"Fust he"d work the hoe with them long arms er his"n "til the weeds an"
dirt flew like Hail Columby, and ye"d think he"d got goin" an" couldn"t halt, when all to onct he"d stop as ef somethin"d bit him, an" he"d drop the hoe and begin ter gesticerlate and spaout like a preacher.
"Pooty soon he"d make a grab fer the hoe, and agin the dirt would fly like all fury. Next thing ye knew, daown"d go the hoe agin, and up would go his arms, a sawin" the air like a windmill, an" there he"d be a spaoutin" an"
a elocutin" fit ter kill. Who but Timotheus would ever think of combinin"
hoein" an" elocutin"? I tell ye, he"s the most possessed of "rig"nal"ty of any pusson I ever seen."
"I wonder someone don"t think he"s a reg"lar loony, a carryin" on like that," muttered Joel, filled with jealousy and disgust.
Old Mr. Simpkins was deaf, and Joel"s muttered remark pa.s.sed unnoticed.
"He ain"t one er them fellers that can"t do but one thing to a time.
T"other day I axed him ter bring two pail er water inter the barn, and away he went ter git "em. Anybody"d think a pail er water in each hand oughter held him daown, but no sir, that feller came across the door-yard, both pails full, an" his head in the air, his maouth wide open, and the elocutin" a goin" on continoous."
"Ef I thought fer a moment that edication would make any er my children act like that, I vaow I"d keep "em outer school fer one while," said a farmer who had recently arrived in the village, and roars of laughter followed this remark.
As he was deaf, old Mr. Simpkins failed to catch the meaning of the hilarity, so he construed it as it pleased him to, and when the laughter had subsided, said,
"I don"t wonder ye laugh, ye didn"t see him er doin" it, so ye don"t know haow he looked, but I tell ye "twas a grand sight ter see a young feller so eloquent that nothin" on airth could stop him."
"Must "a been a "stonishing sight," agreed Mr. Jenks, "but naow, friends, we"ve talked fer quite a spell on one thing or another, an we ain"t much nigher ter settlin" the question of a bigger schoolroom than when we started.
"Naow instead er hagglin" "baout it, I b"lieve we"d better have a committee meetin" called, and a reg"lar vote taken, an" I say right here and naow, that I shall vote fer better quarters fer the school an" I"ll "gree, as I said, ter put my hand right in my pocket an" give the thing a start.
"Nathan Lawton gave the use of his best room fer a schoolroom last year, an" "twas kind an" generous fer him ter do it, but the village has been growin" just amazin", an" this year shows a bigger list of inhabitants, an" it "pears as if most of the new comers had a family er children, so something"s got ter be done "baout that school buildin"."
"Good fer ye," squeaked old Nate Burnham, "an" I wish ye luck at the meetin"."
The village gossip was not monopolized by the frequenters of Barnes"
store. Indeed it seemed as if the place had taken on new life and ambition, and if at any corner or turn of the road one chose to listen, he could often hear a few stray bits of conversation in regard to the interests which lay nearest to the hearts of the various newsmongers.
Of all the tale-bearers, and there were many, none were as harmless, and at the same time as busy as Mrs. Hodgkins.
Walking down a shady lane one might espy her endeavoring to hold a friendly confab with some busy farmer"s wife who, while hanging out her washing, endeavored to hold a clothespin in her mouth, and at the same time answer Mrs. Hodgkins" frequent questions, such as,
"Naow did ye ever hear anything ter beat that?
"Ain"t ye amazed at the idee?"
Mrs. Hodgkins would on such occasions, lean against the rail fence and bombard the busy woman alternately with bits of news, and pointed questions until, the last piece of linen in place upon the line, the empty basket would be a signal for adieus.
Then Sophrony Hodgkins would meander down the lane, and if fortune favored her, would find at the next farm-house its mistress possibly at the well or sunning her milk pans in a corner of the door-yard.
Immediately she would hail her with joy and proceed to repeat her own stock of news with the addition of a few particulars gleaned from the first friend.
"Sophrony Hodgkins" stories," remarked old Nate Burnham, "remind me of the s...o...b..a.l.l.s we used ter roll and roll "til from a leetle ball we finally by rollin" an" trav"lin" got one bigger"n all creation.
"She starts in with what _she"s_ heard. Then she adds on what somebody else has heard, and after that, what this one an" that one and t"other one has heard, "til the size of the yarn must astonish her."
"I"ll say one thing "bout her, though," remarked Silas Barnes, "with all her talkin" an" tellin" she never tells anything that"s detrimental to somebody"s character. She"s full er tellin" ordinary news, but when it comes ter news that would stir up strife, Sophrony"s got nothin" ter say; so let her talk, I say, ef she enjoys it; she "muses herself an" don"t hurt no one else."
On the sunny morning when Barnes" store had been the scene of the gossip and discussion in regard to the new quarters for the school, Sophrony Hodgkins had made an early start on a "c"lection tour," as old Nate Burnham would have called it. She had met Janie Clifton at the Pour Corners, and had stopped for a chat with her, had waylaid Molly Wilson in the middle of the road, in order to inquire for her mother and baby sister, had stopped for a moment at Mrs. Jenks" door just to ask if she had heard the wonderful news about Dot Marvin"s old uncle Jehiel, had paused to look over the wall at the new Jersey cow which old Mr. Simpkins had recently purchased, and to casually inquire if Timotheus was intending to again be a pupil at the deestrict school, bein"s he"d growed so durin"
the summer"n seemed more like a man than a boy, and had asked little Johnny Buffum what on airth his sister Hitty had her head tied up in hot weather for, when beet juice dropped in her ear would cure her earache in two minutes, and had been informed that,
"Hitty hadn"t got no earache, "twas a bee sting on her cheek;" all this and much more had filled Mrs. Hodgkins" mind so completely that she was amazed to find that eleven o"clock had arrived, and that she must turn about and hasten home if she wished to have dinner ready when the kitchen clock struck twelve.
"I"ll git something on the table when Joel gits in from the field, though land knows what it"ll be with only an hour ter git it in," she muttered between short, puffing breaths, for Mrs. Hodgkins was stout, and she had already taken a long walk.
The dinner was indeed an odd one, made up from what were termed by Mrs.
Hodgkins "odds and ends," but Joel Hodgkins was a patient man, and his appet.i.te was one which never needed tempting, so he partook of the viands which his wife offered him with an apparent relish, and was soon at work again in the field.
Then Mrs. Hodgkins donned a fresh ap.r.o.n preparatory to going out, remarking as she tied her sunbonnet strings with a twitch,
"I reely must go over to Almiry"s, it"s only a step er two, and what"s the use of havin" a niece in the neighborhood ef not ter tell news ter, an"
what"s the use er hearin" news an" keepin" it ter yourself?
"I"ll git home in time ter bake a batch er gingerbread fer tea," she continued, "Joel"s paowerful fond er gingerbread an" it"ll sort er pay him fer eatin" such a dinner with such endurin" patience."
Almira Meeks lay back in the big old fashioned rocker, too tired, she declared, to care "whether school kept or not."
Meek in name and in nature, there was not a day that she did not overwork, and when the forenoon"s tasks were completed, she would lie back exhausted in the big old chair, only to be reprimanded if her husband chanced to come in, for "havin" so little energy." It was with delight that she welcomed Aunt Sophrony, saying:
"Do tell me all the news. I"m nearly always too tired to go out and hear any."
"Ye do look tuckered," remarked Mrs. Hodgkins, "but hearin" the things I"ve got ter tell will interest ye, an" make ye feel reel perky. Ye needn"t feel ye"ve got ter talk, fer I kin talk "nough fer two.
"When I started aout this morning, the fust pusson I see was Janie Clifton, an" what on airth do ye think she"s been up to?"
Almira shook her head, to show her utter inability to guess what Janie"s latest notion might be.
"Well, she got an idee that we was all behind the times up here, an"
needed a leetle fixin" up, an" she wondered ef she could slip inter the c.h.i.n.k an" fill the place she thought she see a gapin", an" take in a leetle money at the same time.
"She"s "mazing sot when she gits her mind on a thing, an" she talked it over ter hum and carried the day; and she"s been daown ter Boston these past few months a learnin" dressmakin", when we all thought she was a visitin".
"Naow she"s set up fer herself, an" any of us that has an idee of lookin"
spreuced up, and has a leetle cash ter go with the notion, can buy the goods fer a gaown at Barnes", an" go right up ter the room over his store and be measured by Janie fer a fashionable fit.
"Ef some of our husband"s doesn"t git fashionable fits when they hear the extravagance Janie"s a teachin" we"ll be lucky.
"I"ll tell ye naow, Almiry, I"m goin" ter have a gaown cut by Janie come fall, ef it takes all the egg money ter pay fer it!"
"Why Aunt Sophrony!" was all the astonished Almira could e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e. Such splendid courage was quite beyond the meek little woman"s comprehension.
"Miss Wilson"s baby has cut another tooth, that makes five, an" she"s a doin" well too," continued Mrs. Hodgkins, "but that ain"t a flea bite to what I heerd next.