"You remember," said Mr. Linden, "that when--"Cupid and Campaspe played at cards for kisses, _Cupid paid_."--I was unavoidably reminded of that. But you may go on with your work,--you know what happens when lessons are learned imperfectly." And liberty for her work she had; no more.
"Child," said her mother coming in, "are you ready for your lunch?"
"Why no, mother," said Faith with a little laugh,--"of course not! but I can take it as I go on. There"s a good deal of "sorting" to do yet. I hope the sleigh is big."
"Take it as you go on, indeed!" said Mrs. Derrick. "You"ve got to stop and eat, child,--you can"t live till night with nothing but other folk"s dinners."
Faith however declared she could not _stop_ to eat; and she contrived to carry on both the rival occupations together; and even to make right sure that no one else should attempt to live upon anything more etherial than sandwiches and pumpkin pie. She drank her coffee in the intervals of tying packages and writing labels, and ran about with a sandwich in one hand and a basket in the other; filling Mr. Linden"s cup and putting tempting platefuls in his way. But he was as busy as she,--spending much of his time at the barn, where Squire Stoutenburgh"s pretty little box sleigh was in process of filling with cloaks, buffalo robes, and commodities! At last everything was in, and Mr. Linden came to announce that fact to Faith,--furs and hood were donned, and the sleigh was off with its whole load.
Bright, bright the snow was, and blue the shadows, and fair the white expanse of hill and meadow, all crisp and sparkling. Everybody was out--which was not wonderful; but so well had Mr. Linden disposed and covered up his packages, that all anybody could see was that he and Faith were taking a sleigh-ride,--which was not wonderful either. And before long they left the more frequented roads, and turned down the lane that led to the dwelling of Sally Lowndes. How different it looked now, from that summer evening when Faith had gone there alone. What a colouring then lay on all the ground that was now white with sunlight and blue with shade! And also, what a difference in the mental colouring. But Jerry, travelling faster than her feet had done, soon brought them to the house. Mr. Linden buckled the tie, and helped Faith to emerge from the buffalo robes; the winter wind blowing fresh from the sea, and sweeping over the down till Jerry shook his blanket in disapproval.
"Now my little counsellor," said Mr. Linden, "what does your wisdom say should go in here--besides this basket of substantiate? I think you know more of these people than I do?"--And the surf in its cold monotony, said--"Anything warm!"
"Mother has put in a shawl for Sally," said Faith, getting out the package;--(it was one that Mrs. Derrick found she could do without,)--"and a little paper of tea,--tea is Sally"s greatest delight,--here it is!"
Sally"s abode was in nothing different from the run of poor houses in the country; unpainted of course, outside and inside; a rag carpet on the floor, a gay patchwork coverlet on the bed. Sally herself was in the rocking-chair before a little wood fire. But there was not the look of even poor comfort which may sometimes be seen; want, that told of lack of means and that also went deeper, was visible in everything.
"I"ve come to wish you a happy new year, Sally," said Faith brightly.
"Laws! I wonder where it"s to come from!" said Sally. "If _wishin"_ I would fetch it--I"ve wished it to myself till I"m tired. Happy new years don"t come to all folks. Aint that--How do you do, sir!--aint it the gentleman Jenny told of? that fell down at Mr. Simlins" door?"
"And got up again?" said Mr. Linden. "Yes, I presume I am the very person Jenny told of. I remember that Jenny was very kind to me, too.
Where is she?"
"O she"s to Mr. Simlinses all along! she"s got a good place; she knows when she"s comfortable. She don"t think of me stayin" here all alone."
"But aren"t you comfortable, Sally?" said Faith.
"I should like to know how I would be! Folks that _is_ comfortable thinks all the world is like them! If they didn"t they"d help."
"Well what is the first thing that would help to make you comfortable?"
said Mr. Linden.
Sally looked at him, up and down.
"I"d like to see a speck o" somebody"s face now and then. I mope and mope, till I wish I"d die to get rid of it! You see, sir, I aint as I used to was; and my family aint numerous now. There"s no one lives in this house over my head but me and a girl what stays by me to do ch.o.r.es. Aint that a life for a spider?"
Faith had been stealthily unfolding the shawl and now put it round Sally"s shoulders. "Will _that_ help to make you comfortable?" she said gently.
"Laws!" said Sally--"aint that smart! That"s good as far as it goes.
Where did that come from?"
"Mother sent it to you, for New Year."
"It"s real becoming of her!" said Sally in a mollified tone, feeling of the shawl. "Well I won"t say this New Years haint brought me something."
"It brings you too much cold air at present," Mr. Linden said. "Do you know that window lets in about as much cold as it keeps out?"
"Well I reckon I do," said Sally. "I"ve nothin" to do all day but sit here and realize onto it. There aint no such a thing as buildin" a fire in the chimney that"ll keep out the cold from that winter."
"I should think not!--the way is to attack the window itself," he said, looking at it as if he were studying the attack.
"We"ve brought you something else here, Sally, to help keep out the cold," said Faith. "May I put the things in your closet--so as to carry home my basket?"
"Yes, if you like. What have you got there, Faith?" said Miss Lowndes looking into the closet after her.
"There"s a piece of beef, Sally, of mother"s own curing--all ready cooked--so you"ll have nothing to do but cook your potatoes--and mother thought you"d like a few of our potatoes, they"re good this year. Then here is a little paper of tea she sent you, and I"ve brought you one of my own pumpkin pies--so you must say it is good, Sally."
"Well I"m beat!" said Sally. "Haint you got something else?"
She was like to be beat on all hands; for Mr. Linden who had been examining the window while Faith emptied her basket, now went out and presently brought back hammer and nails and strips of lath, that made Faith wonder whether he had brought a tool-chest along. But the noise of his hammer was much more cheerful than the rattling of the window, and when it had done its work outside as well as in, the wind might whistle for admission in vain. He came in and stood by the fire for a moment then, before they set off, and asked Faith softly what else was wanted? And Faith whispered in answer--
""The Dairyman"s Daughter?" but you must give it."
"Can"t you get some comfort in reading your Bible, Sally?" said Faith while Mr. Linden went out to the sleigh with his hammer and nails.
"Laws!" said Sally--"what"s the use! I haint got the heart to take the trouble to read, half the time."
"If you read one half the time, and pray too, Sally, you"ll soon get heart for the other half."
"It"s easy talkin""--was Sally"s encouraging view of the case.
"It"s a great deal easier doing," said Faith. "If you try it, Sally, it"ll make you so glad you"ll never say you want comfort again."
"Well you"ve brought me a heap to-day anyhow," said Sally. "Just look at that winder! I declare!--I "spect I"ll make out to eat my dinner to-day without scolding."
Mr. Linden came back with the tract, but kept it in his hand for a minute.
"Do you know, Sally, how a house is built upon the bare ground?" he said. "The mason lays down one stone, and then another on that; and if he cannot have his choice of stones he takes just what come to hand--little and big, putting in plenty of mortar to bind all together.
Now that"s the way you must build up a happy year for yourself,--and in that way every one can." The words were spoken very brightly, without a touch of faultfinding.
"Well"--said Sally rocking herself back and forth in the rocking-chair--"I "spect you know how."--Which might have been meant as a compliment, or as an excuse.
"I think you do," said Mr. Linden smiling; "and I am going to leave you a true story of how it was really done by somebody else. Will you read it?"
"Yes"--said Sally continuing to rock. "I"ll do any thing you ask me to--after that winder. You"ve given me a good start--anyways. I"d as lieves hear you talk as most things."
There was not time for much more talk then, however. Mr. Linden and Faith went away, leaving the little book on the table. But when Sally went to take a nearer view of its words of golden example, there lay on it the first real little gold piece Sally had ever possessed.
"That was a good beginning," said Faith in a sort of quiet glee, after she had got into the sleigh again. "I knew, before, we were like a butcher and baker setting off on their travels; but I had no idea there was a carpenter stowed away anywhere!" And her laugh broke forth upon the air of those wild downs, as Jerry turned his head about.
"I must be something, you know," said Mr. Linden,--"and I don"t choose to be the butcher--and certainly am not the baker."
They turned into the village again, and then down towards the sh.o.r.e; getting brilliant glimpses of the Sound now and then, and a pretty keen breeze. But the sun was strong in its modifying power, and bright and happy spirits did the rest. One little pause the sleigh made at the house where Faith had had her decisive interview with Squire Deacon, but they did not get out there; only gave a selection of comforts into the hands of one of the household, and jingled on their way sh.o.r.ewards.
Not turning down to the bathing region, but taking a road that ran parallel with the Sound.
"Do you remember our first walk down here, Faith?" said Mr.
Linden,--"when you said you had shewed me the sh.o.r.e?"