"She"ll have to shut up shop next week," said Mr. Sam, following Hester"s gaze. "I declare, Miss Marvin, one would think the old woman had ill-wished you, by the way you are staring after her. Don"t believe in witchcraft, I hope?"
"I have never seen her till now, and I do feel sorry for her."
"She"s not fit to teach, and never was."
"She"s setting me a lesson in punctuality, at any rate," said Hester, forcing a little laugh, glad of an excuse to end the conversation.
But along the road and at intervals during the first and second lesson-hours the face of Mrs. Butson haunted her.
In the hour before dinner, while she sat among the little ones correcting their copy-books, the door-latch clicked, and she looked up with a start-- to see the woman herself standing upon the threshold! Archelaus Libby, who had been chalking on the blackboard at lightning speed a line of figures for his mental arithmetic cla.s.s, turned to announce them, and paused with a click in his throat which seemed to answer that of the latch. In the sudden hush Hester felt her cheek paling. Somehow she missed the courage with which she had met Tom Trevarthen.
"Good-morning!" said Mrs. Butson harshly. ""Tisn"t forbidden to come in, I hope?"
"Good-morning," Hester found voice to answer. "You may come in, and welcome, if you wish us well."
"I"m Sarah Butson. As for wishing well or ill to "ee, we"ll leave that alone. I"ve come to listen, not to interrup"." She advanced into the room and pointed a finger at Archelaus Libby. "Is that your male teacher?
He bain"t much to look at, but I"m told he"s terrible for sums."
"You shall judge for yourself. Go on with your lesson, Archelaus; and you, Mrs. Butson, take a seat if you will."
"No; I"ll stand." Mrs. Butson shut her jaws firmly and treated the small scholars around her to a fierce, unwavering stare. Many winced, remembering her mercies of old. "Go on, young man," she commanded Archelaus.
He plunged into figures again, nervously at first. Soon he recovered his volubility, and, calling on one of the elder boys to name two rows of figures for division, wrote them out and dashed down the quotient; then flung in the working at top speed, showing how the quotient was obtained; next rubbed out all but the original divisor and dividend, and, swinging round upon the boys, raced them through the sum, his throat clicking as he appealed from one boy to another, urging them to answer faster and faster yet. "Yes, yes--but try to multiply in double figures--twice sixteen, thirty-two: it"s no harder than four times eight--the tables don"t really stop at twelve times. Now then--seventy-eight into three-twenty-six?
You--you--you--what"s that, Sunny Pascoe? Four times? Right--how many over? Fourteen. Now then, bring down the next figure, and that makes the new dividend."
Mrs. Butson pa.s.sed her hand over Hester"s desk. "You keep "em well dusted," she observed, turning her back upon Archelaus and his calculations. Her angry-looking eyes travelled over desks, floor, walls, and the maps upon the walls, then back to the children.
"How many?" she asked.
"We have sixty-eight on the books."
"How many here to-day?"
"Sixty-six. There are two absent, with certificates. Would you like me to call the roll?"
"No. You"ve got "em in hand, too, I see." She picked up a copy-book from the desk before her, examined it for a moment, and laid it down.
"You like this work?" she asked, turning her eyes suddenly upon Hester.
"How else could one do it at all?"
"I hate it--yes, hate it," the old woman went on. "Though "twas my living, I"ve hated it always. Yet I taught "em well--you cross the ferry and ask schoolmaster Penrose if I did not. I taught "em well; but you beat me--fair and square you do. Only there"ll come a time--I warn you-- when the hope and pride"ll die out of you, and you"ll wake an" wonder how to live out the day. I don"t know much, but I know that time must come to all teachers. They never can tell when "tis coming. After some holiday, belike, it catches "em sudden. The new lot of children be no worse than the last, but they get treated worse because the teacher"s come to end of tether. You take my advice and marry before that time comes."
"I don"t think I shall ever marry."
"Oh yes, you will!" Aunt Butson"s eyes seemed to burn into Hester"s.
"You"re driving me out to work in the fields; but, marry or not, you"ll give me all the revenge I look for." The old woman hunched her shoulders and made abruptly for the door. As it slammed behind her a weight seemed to fall upon Hester"s heart and a sudden shadow across her day.
Down in the little cottage Aunt Butson found Mrs. Trevarthen standing beside a half-filled packing-case and contemplating a pair of enormous china spaniels which adorned the chimney-piece, one on either side of Chinese junk crusted with sea-sh.e.l.ls.
"What"s to be done with "em?" Mrs. Trevarthen asked. "They"ll take up more room than they"re worth, and I doubt they"ll fetch next to nothing if I leave "em behind for the sale. My old man got "em off a pedlar fellow for two-and-threepence apiece, back-along when we first set up house.
A terrible extravagance, as I told "en at the time; but he took such a fancy to the things, I never had the heart to say what I thought about their looks."
"You can leave "em bide," answered Aunt Butson. "Unpack that there case agen an" turn it over to me. I"m goin" to quit."
"There"s too much red-tape about the Widows" Houses," Mrs. Trevarthen pursued. "The Matron says, if I want to bring Tom"s parrot, I must speak to Sir George an get leave: "tis agen the rules, seemingly."
"Be quiet with your parrot, an" listen to me! I"m goin" to shut up school, an" quit. Go an" make your peace wi" that Judas Rosewarne: tell "en you"re gettin" the rids of me, an" he"ll let you down easy enough."
Mrs. Trevarthen for a moment did not seem to hear, but stood meditatively fingering the china ornaments. Suddenly she swung round upon her lodger.
"You"re goin" to give in? After all your talk, you"re goin" to let that slave-driver ride roughshod over you?"
"My dear,"--Aunt Butson hunched her shoulders--""tis no manner of good.
Who"s goin" to pay me tuppence a week, when that smooth-featured girl up the hill teaches ten times better for a penny? I"ve been up there to see, and I ben"t a fool. She teaches ten times better than ever I did in my life. How many children do "ee think turned up this mornin"? Five.
And I"ve taught five-an"-thirty at one time. I sent "em away; told "em to come again to-morrow, and take word to their fathers and mothers to step around at twelve o"clock. They"ll think "tis to come to an arrangement about the fees; but what I have to tell is that the school"s wound up."
"You may do as it pleases you, Sally Butson. You may go, if you choose, and ask Rosewarne to put his foot on your neck. But if you think I make any terms with "en, you"re mistaken. He"ve a-driven my Tom from home an"
employ; he"ve a-cast a good son out o" my sight and knowledge, and fo"ced "en, for all I know, into wicked courses--for Tom"s like his father before "en; you can lead "en by a thread, but against ill-usage he"ll turn mad.
Will I forgive Rosewarne for this? He may put out the fire in my grate and fling my bed into the street, and I"ll laugh and call it a little thing; but for what he"ve a-done to the son of a widow I"ll put on him the curse of a widow, and not all his wrath shall buy it off by an ounce or shorten it by one inch."
Mrs. Trevarthen--ordinarily a mild-tempered woman--shook with her pa.s.sion as an aspen shakes and whitens in the wind. Aunt Butson laid a hand on her shoulder.
"There--there! Put on the kettle, my dear, and let"s have a drink of tea.
It takes a woman different when she"ve a-got children. But it don"t follow, because I"m a single woman, I can"t read a lad"s fortune.
You mark my words, Tom"ll fall on his feet."
Early next morning Mrs. Butson left the cottage with a small pile of books, disinterred from the depths of the box which contained all her belongings--cheap books in gaudy covers of red, blue, and green cloth, lavishly gilded without, execrably printed within: _The Wide, Wide World; Caspar; Poor John, or Nature"s Gentleman; The Parents" a.s.sistant_.
Her system of education recognised merit, but rewarded it sparingly.
As a rule, she had distributed three prizes per annum, before the Christmas holidays, and at a total cost of two shillings and sixpence.
To-day she spread out no fewer than ten upon her desk, covering them out of sight with a duster before her scholars arrived.
A few minutes before nine she heard them at play outside among the elms, and at nine o"clock punctually called them in to work by ringing her handbell--the clapper of which (vain extravagance!) had recently been shortened by the village tinsmith to prevent its wearing the metal unequally. Five scholars answered its summons--"Thaniel Langmaid, Maudie Hosken, Ivy Nancarrow, Jane Ann Toy and her four-year-old brother Luke.
Their fathers, one and all, though dwelling in the village, were employed in trades on the other side of the ferry, and therefore could risk offending Mr. Rosewarne; but their independence had not yet translated itself into steady payment of the fees, and Mr. Toy (for example) notoriously practised dilatoriness of payment as part of his scheme of life.
Without a twitch of her fierce features she ranged up her attenuated cla.s.s, distributed the well-thumbed books--with a horn-book for little Luke Toy--and for two hours taught them with the same joyless severity under which their fathers and mothers had suffered. For spelling "lamb"
without the final b, Ivy Nancarrow underwent the punishment invariably meted out for such errors--mounted the dunce"s bench, and wore the dunce"s cap; nor did "Thaniel Langmaid"s knuckles escape the ruler when he dropped a blot upon his copy, "Comparisons are Odious"--a proposition of which he understood the meaning not at all. The cane and the birch-rod on Mrs.
Butson"s desk served her now but as insignia. She had not wielded them as weapons of justice since the day (four years ago) when a struggle with Ivy Nancarrow"s elder brother had taught her that her natural strength was abating.
At twelve o"clock she told the children to close their books, dismissed them to play, and sat down to await the invited company.
Mr. Toy was the first to arrive. He came straight from the jetties--that is to say, as straight as a stevedore can be expected to come at noon on Sat.u.r.day, after receiving his week"s pay. He wore his accustomed mask of clay-dust, and smelt powerfully of beer, two pints of which he had consumed in an unsocial hurry at the Ferry Inn on his way.
"Good-morning." Mrs. Butson welcomed him with a nod. "Your wife is coming, I hope?"
"You bet she is," Mr. Toy answered cheerfully, smacking the coins in his trousers pocket. "She don"t miss looking me up this day of the week."
Recollecting that certain of the shillings he so lightly jingled were due to Mrs. Butson, he suddenly grew confused, and his embarra.s.sment was not lightened by the entrance of Maudie Hosken"s parents. Mr. Hosken tilled a small freehold garden in his spare hours, and Mr. Toy owed him four shillings and sixpence for potatoes, and had reason to believe that Mrs.
Hosken took a stern view of the debt.