"It"s as He wills, daughter," answered Uncle Tucker quietly as he laid a tender hand on the dark braids resting against his shoulder.
"It isn"t wrong for us to go on keeping it if we can jest pay the interest to our friend--pay it to the day. That is the only thing that troubles me. We must not fall behind and--"
"Oh, but honey-sweet, let me tell you, let me tell you!" exclaimed Rose Mary with shining eyes, "I"ve got just lots of money, more than twenty dollars, nearly twice more. I"ve saved it just in case we did need it for this or--or--or any other thing," she added hastily, not willing to disclose her tooth project even to Uncle Tucker"s sympathetic ear.
Uncle Tucker"s large eyes brightened with relief for a second and then clouded with a mist of tears.
"What were you saving it for, child?" he asked with a quaver in his sweet old voice, and his hand clasped hers more closely. "You don"t ever have what pretty women like you want and need, and that"s what grinds down on me most hardest of all. You are young and--and mighty beautiful, and looks like it"s wrong for you to lay down yourself for us who are a good long way on the other side of life"s ridge. I ought to send you back across the hills to--to find your own--no matter what happens!"
"Try it!" answered Rose Mary, again lifting her star eyes to his. "I was saving that money to buy Aunt Viney a set of teeth that she thinks she wants, but I know she couldn"t use them when she gets them. If I"m as beautiful as you say, isn"t this blue homespun of great Grandmother Alloways, made over twentieth century style, adornment enough? Some people--that is, some one--Mr. Mark said this morning it was--was _chic_, which means most awfully stylish. I"ve got one for my back and one for the tub all out of the same old blue bed-spread, and a white linen marvel contrived from a pair of sheets for Sunday. Please don"t send me out into the big world--other people might not think me as lovely as you do," and her raillery was most beautifully dauntless.
"The Lord bless you and keep you and make the sun to shine upon you, flower of His own Kingdom," answered Uncle Tucker with a comforted smile breaking over his wistful old face. "I had mighty high dreams about you when that young man talked his oil-wells to me a month ago, and I wanted my rose to do some of her flowering for the world to see, but maybe--maybe--"
"She"ll flower best here, where her roots go down into Sweetbriar hearts--and Sweetbriar prayers, Uncle Tucker; she knows that"s true, and so do you," answered Rose Mary quickly. "And anyway, Mr. Mark is making the soil survey for you, and if we follow his directions there is no telling what we will make next year, maybe the interest and some of the money, too, and the teeth and--and a sky-blue silk robe for me--if that"s what you"d like to see me wear, though it would be inconvenient with the milking and the b.u.t.ter and--"
"Tucker, oh Brother Tucker!" came a call across the garden fence from the house, in a weak but commanding voice, and Rose Mary caught a glimpse of Miss Lavinia"s white mob cap bobbing at the end of the porch, "that is in Proverbs tenth and nineteenth, and not nineteenth and tenth, like you said. You come right in here and get it straight in your head before the next sun sets on your ignorance."
"Fly-away!" exclaimed Uncle Tucker, "now Sister Viney"s never going to forgive me that Bible slip-up if I don"t persuade her from now on till supper. But there is nothing more for you to do out here, Rose Mary, the sun"ll put out the light for you," and he hurried away down the path and through the garden gate.
Rose Mary remained leaning over the garden wall, looking up and down the road with interest shining in her eyes and a laugh and nod for the neighbors who were hurrying supperward or stopping to talk with one another over fences and gates. A group of men and boys stood and sat on the porch in front of the store, and their big voices rang out now and again with hearty merriment at some exchange of wit or clever bit of horse-play. Two women stood in deep conclave over by the Poteet gate, and the subject of the council was a small bundle of flannel and lawn displayed with evident pride by a comely young woman in a pink calico dress. Seeing Rose Mary at the wall, they both smiled and started in her direction, the bearer of the bundle stepping carefully across the ditch at the side of the walk.
"Lands alive, Rose Mary, you never did see nothing as pretty as this last Poteet baby," exclaimed Mrs. Plunkett enthusiastically. "The year before last one, let me see, weren"t that Evelina Virginia, Mis"
Poteet? Yes, Evelina Virginia was mighty pretty, but this one beats her. I declare, if you was to fail us with these spring babies, Mis"
Poteet, it would be a disappointment to the whole of Sweetbriar. Come next April it will be seven without a year"s break, astonishing as it do sound."
"It would be as bad as the sweetbriar roses not blooming, Mrs.
Poteet," laughed Rose Mary as she held out her arms for the bundle which cuddled against her breast in a woman-maddening fashion that made her clasp the mite as close as she dared.
"Yes, I tell you, seven hand-running is enough for any woman to be proud of, Mis" Poteet, and it ought to be taken notice of. Have you heard the news of the ten acres of bottom land to be given to him, Rose Mary? That"s what all the men are a-joking of Mr. Poteet about over there at the store now. They are a-going to make out the deed to-night. They bought the land from Bob Nickols right next to Mr.
Poteet"s, crops and all, ten acres of the best land in Sweetbriar. I call it a nice compliment. "To Tucker Poteet, from Sweetbriar, is to go right in the deed."
""Tucker Poteet," oh, Mrs. Poteet, have you named him for Uncle Tucker?" exclaimed Rose Mary with beaming eyes, and the rapture of her embrace was only modified by a slight squirm from the young heir of all Sweetbriar.
"Well, I had had that name in my mind from the first if he come a boy, but when Mr. Poteet got down to the store for some tansy, when he weren"t a hour old, he found all the men-folks had done named him that for us, and it looked like we didn"t have the chance to pa.s.s the compliment. We ain"t told you-all nothing about it, for they all wanted Mr. Tucker to read it in the deed first."
"And ain"t them men a-going to have a good time when they give Mr.
Tucker that deed to read? Looks like, even if it is some trouble, you couldn"t hardly begrudge Sweetbriar these April babies, Mis" Poteet,"
said Mrs. Plunkett in a consoling voice.
"Law, Mis" Plunkett, I don"t mind it one bit. It ain"t a mite of trouble to me to have "em," answered the mother of the seven hardily.
"You all are so kind to help me out all the time with everything.
Course we are poor, but Jim makes enough to feed us, and every single child I"ve got is by fortune, just a hand-down size for somebody else"s children. Five of "em just stair-steps into clothes of Mis"
Rucker"s four, and Mis" Nickols saves me all of Bob"s things to cut down, so I never have a mite of worry over any of "em."
"Yes, I reckon maybe the worry spread over seven don"t have a chanct to come to a head on any one of "em," said Mrs. Plunkett thoughtfully, and her shoulders began to stoop dejectedly as a perturbed expression dawned into her gray eyes. "Better take him on home now, Mis" Poteet, for sundown is house-time for babies in my opinion. Hand him over, Rose Mary!"
Thus admonished, with a last, clinging embrace, Rose Mary delivered young Tucker to his mother, who departed with him in the direction of the Poteet cottage over beyond the milk-house.
"Is anything worrying you, Mrs. Plunkett? Can I help?" asked Rose Mary as her neighbor lingered for a moment and glanced at her with wistful eyes. Mrs. Plunkett was small, though round, with mournful big eyes and clad at all times in the most decorous of widow"s weeds, even if they were of necessity of black calico on week days. Soft little curls fell dejectedly down over her eyes and her red mouth defied a dimple that had been wont to shine at the left corner, and kept to confines of straight-lipped propriety.
"It"s about Louisa Helen again and her light-mindedness. I don"t see how a daughter of mine can act as she does with such a little feeling.
Last night Mr. Crabtree shut up the store before eight o"clock and put on his Sunday coat to come over and set on the front steps a-visiting of her, and in less"n a half hour that Bob Nickols had whistled for her from the corner, and she stood at the front gate talking to him until every light in Sweetbriar was put out, and I know it muster been past nine o"clock. And there I had to set a-trying to distract Mr.
Crabtree from her giggling. We talked about Mr. Plunkett and all our young days and I felt real comforted. If I can jest get Louisa Helen to see what a proper husband Thomas Crabtree will make for her we can all settle down comfortable like. He wants her bad, from all the signs I can see."
"But--but isn"t Louisa Helen a little young for--" began Rose Mary, taking what seemed a reasonable line of consolation.
"No, she"s not too young to marry," answered her mother with spirit.
"Louisa Helen is eighteen years old in May, and I was married to Mr.
Plunkett before my eighteenth birthday. He was twenty-one, and I treated him with proper respect, too. I never said no such foolish things as Louisa Helen says to that Nickols boy, even to Mr.
Crabtree, hisself."
"Oh, please don"t worry about Louisa Helen, Mrs. Plunkett. She is just so lovely and young--and happy. You and I both know what it is to be like that. Sometimes I feel as if she were just my own youngness that I had kept pressed in a book and I had found it when I wasn"t looking for it." And Rose Mary"s smile was so very lovely that even Mrs.
Plunkett was dazzled to behold.
"Lands alive, Rose Mary, you carry your thirty years mighty easy, and that"s no mistake. You put me in mind of that blush peony bush of yourn by the front gate. When it blooms it makes all the other flowers look like they was too puny to shake out a petal. And for sheep"s eyes, them glances Mr. Gid Newsome casts at you makes all of Bob Nickols" look like foolish lamb squints. And for what Mr. Mark does in the line of sheeps--Now there they come, and I can see from Louisa Helen"s looks she have invited that rampage in to supper. I"ll have to hurry on over and knock up a extra sally-lunn for him, I reckon.
Good-by "til morning!" And Mrs. Plunkett hurried away to the preparation of supper for the suitor of her disapproval.
For a few moments longer Rose Mary let her eyes go roaming out over the valley that was lying in a quiet hush of twilight.
Lights had flashed up in the windows over the village and a night breeze was showering down a fall of apple-blow from the gnarled old tree that stood like a great bouquet beside the front steps of the Briars. All the orchards along the Road were in bloom and a fragrance lay heavy over the pastures and mingled with the earth scent of the fields, newly upturned by the plowing for spring wheat.
"Is that a regiment you"ve got camping in the garden, Rose Mary?"
asked Everett as he came up the front walk in the moonlight some two hours later and found Rose Mary seated on the top of the front steps, all alone, with a perfectly dark and sleep-quiet house behind her.
Rose Mary laughed and tossed a handful of the pink blow she had gathered over his shoulder. "Did you have your supper at Bolivar?" she asked solicitously. "I saved you some; want it?"
"Yes, I had a repast at the Citizens", but I think I can manage yours an hour or two later," answered Everett as he seated himself beside her and lighted a cigar, from which he began to puff rings out into the moonlight that sifted down on to them through the young leaves of the bloom-covered old tree. "You weren"t afraid of frost such a night as this, were you?" he further inquired, as he took a deep breath of the soft, perfume-laden air.
"I"m not now, but a cool breeze blew up about sundown and made me afraid for my garden babies. Now I"m sure they will all wilt under their covers, and you"ll have to help me take them all off before you go to bed. Isn"t it strange how loving things make you afraid they will freeze or wilt or get wet or cold or hungry?" asked Rose Mary with such delightful ingenuousness that a warm little flush rose up over Everett"s collar. "Loving just frightens itself, like children in the dark," she added musingly.
"And you saved my supper for me?" asked Everett softly.
"Of course I did; didn"t you know I would?" asked Rose Mary quickly, in her simplicity of heart not at all catching the subtle drift of his question. "They all missed you, and Uncle Tucker went to bed almost grumpy, while Stonie--"
"Rose Mamie," came in a sleepy but determined voice as the General in a long-tailed nightshirt appeared in the dark doorway, "I went to sleep and you never came back to hear me pray. Something woke me; maybe the puppy in my bed or maybe G.o.d. I"ll come out there and say "em so you won"t wake the puppy, because he"s goned back to sleep," he added in a voice that was hushed to a tone of extreme consideration for the slumber of his young bedfellow.
"Yes, honey-heart, come say them here. Mr. Mark won"t mind. I came back, Stonie, to hear them, truly I did, but you were so fast to sleep and so tired I hated to wake you." And Rose Mary held out tender arms to the little chap who came and knelt on the floor at her side, between her and Everett.
"But, Rose Mamie, you know Aunt Viney says tired ain"t no "scuse to the Lord, and I don"t think it are neither. I reckon He"s tired, too, sometimes, but He don"t go back on the listening, and I ain"t a-going to go back on the praying. It wouldn"t be fair. Now start me!" and having in a completely argumentative way stated his feelings on the subject of neglected prayer, the General buried his head on Rose Mary"s shoulder, folded one bare, pink foot across the other, clasped his hands at proper angle and waited.
"_Now I lay me_," began Rose Mary in a low and tender tone.
"No," remonstrated Stonie in a smothered voice from her shoulder, "this is "Our Father" week! Don"t tire out the Lord with the "_Now I lay me_," Rose Mamie!"
With an exclamation of regret Rose Mary clasped him closer and led the pet.i.tion on through to its last word, though it was with difficulty that the sleepy General reached his Amen, his will being strong but his flesh weak. The little black head burrowed under Rose Mary"s chin and the clasped pink feet relaxed before the final words were said.
For a few minutes Rose Mary held him tenderly and buried her face against the back of the sunburned little neck, while as helpless as young Tucker Stonie wilted upon her breast and floated off into the depths. And for still a few seconds longer Everett sat very still and watched them with a curious gleam in his eyes and his teeth set hard in his cigar; then he rose, bent over and very tenderly lifted the relaxed General in his arms and without a word strode into the house with him. Very carefully he laid him in the little cot that stood beside Rose Mary"s bed in her room down the hall, and with equal care he settled the little dog against the bare, briar-scratched feet, returned to the moonlight porch and resumed his seat at Rose Mary"s side.
"There is something about the General," he remarked with a half smile, "that--that gets next. He has a moral fiber that I hope he will be able to keep resistent to its present extent, but I doubt it."
"Oh," said Rose Mary, quickly looking up with pierced, startled eyes, "he must keep it--he must; it is the only hope for him. Tell me if you can how to help him keep it. Help me help him!"