"The Lord forbid!"
"But I suppose your wife likes to read about these things?"
"She can"t read a word, bless you. She gets the parson to spell it out to her, or the seamen"s missionary. Yarmouth our home is."
"She likes to hear about them, then?"
"What? Sarah? Lord love ye, miss, you should see the woman!"
Mr. Salt chuckled heavily, and wound up by sending a squirt of tobacco-juice out into darkness. "Mother of eight children, she is, and makes "em toe the mark at school and Sunday school. A woman like that don"t bother about grey old walls."
"You are proud of her, I see."
"Ought to be, I reckon. Why, to-day she can pick up two three-gallon pitchers o" water and heft "em along for a mile and more without turning a hair."
"And the children? How old are they?"
"Eldest just turned eleven."
"Why, then he must be able to read?"
""Tisn"t a he, "tis a her. Ay, I reckon "Melia Jane should read well before this."
Hester took a fresh sheet of paper and began to write.
"Listen to this, please," she said after a few sentences, "and tell me if it will do--"
"Dear Wife,--This comes hoping to find you in health, as it leaves me at present, and the children hearty. I am sending this from Troy, and I daresay you will take it to some friend to read; but tell Amelia Jane, with my love, that in future she shall read her father"s letters to you. She must be getting a scholar by this time; and if there"s anything she can"t explain, why you can take it to a friend afterwards. We reached this port last Tuesday (the 14th) after a good pa.s.sage--"
"Now tell me about your pa.s.sage, please."
At first Mr. Salt could only tell her that the pa.s.sage had been a good one, as pa.s.sages go. But by feeding him with a suggestion or two, as men feed a pump with a little water to make it work, by and by she found herself listening to information in a flood. Now and then she interposed a question, asking mainly about his wife and the home at Yarmouth.
She had picked up her pen again, and he, absorbed in his confidences, did not perceive at what a rate she was making it travel over the paper.
The door opened, and Mr. Benny reappeared with a shawl on his arm.
He glanced around nervously. "Mr. Salt, Mr. Salt! I put it to you, this isn"t quite fair. A fine talk I can hear you"re having; but our friends outside are getting impatient, and want to know when you"ll let Miss Marvin begin."
"All right, boss. I"ve had a yarn here that"s worth all the money.
Here"s your shilling for it, and the letter can stand over till to-morrow."
"But I"ve written it!" Hester exclaimed.
"Written it!" Mr. Salt"s jaw dropped in amazement.
"I don"t know if it will do. Shall I read it over?"
"Well, but this beats conjuring!" The reading ended, Mr. Salt slapped his ma.s.sive thigh.
"You have done very well, my dear," said Mr. Benny; "very well indeed.
You have caught, as I might say, the note. Now I myself have great difficulty in being literary and at the same time catching the note."
There was something in the little man"s confession--so modest, so generous withal--which drew tears to her eyes, though her own elation may have had some share in them.
"Though there"s one thing she"ve forgotten," said Mr. Salt, with a twinkle. "My poor Sarah will get shock enough over this letter as "tis; but she"ll get a worse one if we leave out the money order."
The order having been made out in form, ready for him to take to the post office, Mr. Salt bade farewell. They could hear him extolling, on his way through the outer office, the talent of the operator within.
"I feel like a dentist!" whispered Hester, turning to Mr. Benny with a smile. The little man was looking at her wistfully.
"Shall I call in the next?" he asked. "I am afraid, my dear, you are finding this a longer job than you bargained for."
"But I am enjoying it," she protested. "That is, if--Mr. Benny, you are not annoyed by his foolish praises?"
"My dear," he answered gravely, "they say that all literary persons are jealous. If I were jealous it would not be because Mr. Salt praised you, but because my own sense tells me that you do better than I what I have been doing for twenty years."
"If you feel like that, I won"t write another letter," declared Hester.
"That would be very foolish, my dear. And now I will tell you another thing. Suppose that this discovery hurt me a little, yet see how good G.o.d is in keeping back all these years until a moment when my heart happens to be so full of good news that it forgets the soreness in a moment; and again, how wise in gently correcting and reminding me of weakness when I might be puffing myself up and believing that all my good fortune came of my own merit."
"What is your good news, dear Mr. Benny?"
"You shall hear later on when I have told my wife."
More than an hour later, having dismissed her clients (for the last of whom she had to compose a love-letter, the first she had written in her life), Hester stepped across to the cottage to announce that her work was over and ask if she might now turn down the lamps and rake out the stove.
The Bennys" kitchen at first glance was uninhabited; and yet, as she opened the door, she had heard voices within. Dropping her eyes to a lower level, she halted on the threshold and would have withdrawn without noise. In the penumbra beyond the circle of the lamp and the white tablecloth Mr. and Mrs. Benny, Nuncey, and Shake were kneeling by their chairs on the limeash, giving thanks.
While Hester hesitated, the little man lifted his head, and, catching sight of her, sprang to his feet. "Step ye in, my dear, and join with us!
For you, too, have news to hear and be thankful for."
"But tell me your own good news and let me first be thankful for that."
"Do"ee really feel like that towards us?" asked Nuncey, rising and coming forward with joy and eager love in her eyes.
"I ought to, surely, after these months of kindness."
"Well, then--but first of all I must kiss "ee, you dear thing!--well, then, Dad"s been offered Damelioc stewardship, and you"re to be Mistress of the Widows" Houses, and we"re all going to be rich as Creases for ever and ever, Amen!"
"Croesus, my dear--besides, we"re going to be nothing of the sort,"
protested her father.
Nuncey swept down upon him, caught him in her strong embrace, implanted a sound kiss on the top of his head, and held him at arms" length with a hand on either shoulder.
"You"re a dear little well-to-do father, and the best in the world.
But oh! you"ve come nigh breaking my heart these three months--for a worse regrater there never was, an" couldn" be!"
"Upon my word," said Mr. Benny, glancing over her shoulder at Hester with a twinkle, "I seem to be getting good fortune with a heap of chastening."