"I didn"t bother thinking anything at all about her."
Andrew looked interrogatively at me and broke into a grin.
"Well, I reckon she"s the silliest goat I ever came across. She came out to me and asked did I think she looked pretty, as her uncle is coming up to-night, and if she looks nice he"ll give her a present or something. I reckon she"d have to look not such a mad-headed rabbit before I"d give her anything but some advice to bag her head. And he must be a different uncle to Uncle Jake; I reckon he wouldn"t give you nothing if you had on two heads at once. Here"s Larry Witcom coming back from his rounds, and he promised me a bit of meat for Whiskey!
Here, Whiskey! Whiskey!" he roared, and a small canine pet that had been hunting rats desisted from the fray and ran with his master. I also walked with him--this without exception, even in slum scenes on the stage, being the dirtiest escort I ever had had. His face was grimed, his shirt like an engine-rag, and his trousers dusty, while from a hole in the seat thereof fluttered a flag of garment--such an ingratiatingly wholesome blunderbuss of a boy!
"Here, you Larry," he yelled, "you promised me! Come on, Whiskey! Why, ain"t he a bosker!" he enthusiastically exclaimed, as the hideously unprepossessing little mongrel stood on his hind legs and yelped in excited begging.
"Hullo, Andrew! Don"t bust! Who"s that you had with you?--(I had turned a corner)--a new boarder, I suppose? Rather an old piece!"
"Yes," said Andrew. "Her hair is a little white, but she ain"t sour and stuck up."
"A chance for you to hang your hat up, Jake," said Larry.
"No, thanks! I"m cautious of them old maids. If you say a pleasant word to "em they can"t be shook off, and might have you up for breach of promise like with Tom Dunstan."
"I suppose there is a danger, you being so fascinating," chuckled the butcher as I went inside, with a premonition that should it come to taking sides in the Clay household, if avoidable I would not be on Uncle Jake"s.
"Who is Uncle Jake?" said Carry in response to my inquiry, as she prepared four o"clock tea; "he"s Uncle Jake, that"s what he is, and enough for me too, that he is. The old swab wants hanging up by the beard."
"Yes, but what place does he hold in the house?"
"Place! that of walking round poking his nose in everywhere and growling about things that don"t concern him. Mrs Clay keeps him--gives him fifteen shillings a-week--because he"s her brother, and you"d think he owned everything. If you want to know what he is, he"s a terribly bad example to Andrew. _He"s_ the greatest clumsy, lumbering, dirty lump (oh, you should see his clothes, what they are like to wash, and the only way to keep him clean would be to stuff him in a gla.s.s case!), but for all that he"s a very fair kid. You can"t expect much of boys, you know, and have to be thankful for any good points at all. O Lord!" she here exclaimed, looking out a window, where along a path through the orchard she descried approaching a fine buxom dame in a fashionably cut dress, "here"s Mrs Bray in full sail.
I suppose she saw the "busman leaving you here to-day, and her curiosity couldn"t stand any longer without coming on a tour of inspection."
"Who is Mrs Bray?"
"She won"t let you overlook who she is, and what she owns, and what she "_done_," you"ll soon hear it. She"s the most inquisitive blow-hard I ever came across."
Dawn now appeared and invited me to afternoon tea, which was a friendly and hospitable meal spread on a big table on a back verandah, so enclosed by creepers and pot-plants and little awnings leading in various directions as to be in reality more of a vestibule. Mrs Bray hove into near view and took up a seat beside a bank of lovely maiden-hair fern.
"How are you living?" she asked Grandma Clay as she complacently shook hands. "Nice cool weather now and not so many beastly mosquitoes."
"By Jove! Did you know about the "skeeters" here?" inquired Andrew of me. "They"re big enough to ride bikes and weigh a pound. You wait till you hear "em singing Sankey"s hymns to-night."
"If I were you I"d hold my tongue and not draw attention to my dirtiness," said Dawn. "It"s a wonder a garden doesn"t sprout upon you."
I was then introduced to Mrs Bray, who acknowledged me genially, and seemed so flourishing, and was so complacent regarding the fact, that it did one good to look at her.
After addressing a few remarks to me she had to move, for the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of her hat caught in the cage of a parakeet, and she took another seat in the shelter of a tree-fern near Uncle Jake.
"You have some lovely pet birds," I remarked by way of making myself agreeable to Grandma Clay.
"The infernal old nuisances!" she said irascibly, "I wish they"d die.
Andrew calls them his, but they"d starve only for me. I"m always saying I"ll have no more pets, and still they"re brought here. Some day when he has a home of his own and people plague him, he"ll know what it is."
On the other side of the verandah above Uncle Jake stretched a pa.s.sion vine, where a thick row of belated fruit hung like pretty pale-green eggs, and evil entering Andrew"s mind, he remarked to me--
"Wouldn"t it be just bosker if one of them fell on his old nut," and going out he returned with a pair of orange clippers.
"Where"s Carry got to?" asked grandma.
"I saw her out there doing a mash with Larry Witcom," said Andrew.
"Now, do you think there"ll be anything in that?" interestedly asked Mrs Bray. "I suppose she"d be glad to ketch anything for a home of her own."
"Well, it"s to be hoped the home she"d catch with him would be better than some of the meat we"ve caught from him lately--it was as tough as old boots," put in Dawn.
At this point Andrew succeeded in disturbing Uncle Jake--succeeded beyond expectation. Uncle Jake had just sucked his fuzzy "possum-grey moustache in the noisy manner peculiar to him, and was raising his tea again, when he was struck by the pa.s.sion fruit, causing him to let fall the cup.
"Just like you! On the clean boards! Carry will be pleased. I"m glad it"s not my week in the house," said Dawn. What Uncle Jake said is unfit for insertion in a record so respectable as this is intended to be, and grandma seemed to grow too agitated for verbal utterance, but her facial expression was very fiery indeed as Andrew and Uncle Jake withdrew and settled their little score in a manner unknown to the company.
"Well, it"s an ill wind that don"t blow n.o.body no good, and though there"s a cup broke, it"s got us rid of the men, and there"s never no talking in comfort where they are," remarked Mrs Bray, who had a facility for constructing sentences containing several negatives. Two, we learn in syntax, have the effect of an affirmative, but there being no reference to a repletion, only that her utterances were unmistakably plain, Mrs Bray might have reduced one to wondering the purport of her remarks.
"Did you hear the latest?" she said, laughing boisterously. "You don"t know the people yet," she continued, turning to me, "half of "em want scalding."
Here she burst into a full flood of gossip regarding the misconduct of the leading residents; but honest and straightforward though her communications were, I cannot include them here, for this is a story for respectable folk, and a transcript of the straight talk of the most respectable folk would be altogether out of the question. I must confine myself to the statement that Mrs Bray had found few beyond reproach, and "the latest," as she termed it, concerned one Dr Tinker, whose wife--known colloquially as the old Tinkeress--had recently administered a public horsewhipping to a young lady whom the doctor had too ardently admired. Mrs Bray had only just unearthed the facts that day, and was overwhelmingly interested in them.
"I tell you what ought to be done with some people," said grandma when Mrs Bray halted for breath. "There"s no respectability like there used to be in my young days. In Gool-gool--that"s where I was rared--the people used to take up anythink that wasn"t straight. There was a woman there. She and her husband lived happy and respectable, with no notion of anythink wrong, till a feller--a blessed feller," grandma waxed fierce, "that was only sellin" things and making a living out of honest folk, come to town an" turned her head. I won"t say but he was a fine-lookin" man, had a grand flowin" beard," grandma spread her hands out on her chest.
"Must have been lovely with a _beard_, especially if it was like Uncle Jake"s!" interposed Dawn.
"How dare you, miss! Beards is a natural adornment gave to man by G.o.d, and it"s a unnatural notion to carve them off--"
"Some of them do want adorning, I"ll admit," said Dawn.
"He was a good-lookin" man," persisted grandma.
"Must have been with a _beard_!" scornfully contended the irrepressible Dawn.
"She must be smitten on some of these clean-faced articles," said Mrs Bray with a laugh, which effected the collapse of Dawn.
"Hold your tongue, miss! surely I can speak in me own house!"
continued grandma. "And he could sing and play, and that sort of thing. At any rate, this woman was terribly gone on him, and her husband was heart-broke, and they always lived so happy till then that the people of the town took it up. They went to the sergeant and told him what they was goin" to do, and he was in such sympathy with "em that he got business that took him to the other end of the town for that night."
"That"ll tell you now!" exclaimed Mrs Bray with interest.
"And they went and collared him," proceeded the narrator.
"That"ll tell you now, the f.a.ggot!" exclaimed Mrs Bray again.
"So they took him and put him on a horse, naked except his trousers, about twenty of "em did it, and rode on either side with tar-pots; and every time he"d turn his head any way to jaw about what he"d do, they"d swab him in the mouth with it; and they had bags of feathers, and nearly smothered him with "em, till with the black tar stickin"
on every way, and all in his great beard, he would be mistook for Nebuchadnezzar. When they got him out of the town he was let go, an"
they said if he showed hisself in it again worse than that would happen him. That"s what the men of my day did with a bad egg,"
concluded the old lady, firm in the belief of the superior virtue of her generation.
"What price beards in a case like that?" came from Dawn.