David turned silently to his rabbits.
"Why did you think he was your enemy?" she persisted.
"I only just hoped he wasn"t; I don"t want to love him."
"What!"
"If he was my enemy, I"d have to love him, you know," David explained patiently.
Helena in her confused astonishment knew not what to reply. She stammered something about that being wrong; of course David must love Mr. Pryor!
"They ought to have fresh water," David interrupted thoughtfully; and Helena had to reach into the hutch for a battered tin pan.
She watched him run to the stable and come back, holding the pan in both hands and walking very slowly under the mottled branches of the b.u.t.ton-woods; at every step the water splashed over the rusty brim, and the sunshine, catching and flickering in it, was reflected in a rippling gleam across his serious face.
All that afternoon he permitted her to follow him about. He was gently polite when she spoke to him but he hardly noticed her until, as they went down through the orchard, his little hand tightened suddenly on hers, and he pressed against her skirts.
"Are there snakes in this gra.s.s?" he asked timorously. "A snake," he added, looking up at her confidingly, "is the only insect I am afraid of."
She stooped down and cuddled him rea.s.suringly, and he rewarded her by snuggling up against her like a friendly puppy. She was very happy. As it grew dusk and cool, and all the sky was yellow behind the black line of the hills, she lured him into the house and watched him eat his supper, forgetting to eat her own.
When she took him up-stairs to bed, Dr. Lavendar"s directions came back to her with a slight shock--she must hear him say his prayers.
How was she to introduce the subject? The embarra.s.sed color burned in her cheeks as she helped him undress and tried to decide on the proper moment to speak of--prayers. But David took the matter into his own hands. As he stepped into his little night-clothes, b.u.t.toning them around his waist with slow precision, he said:
"Now I"ll say my prayers. Sit by the window; then I can see that star when I open my eyes. It"s hard to keep your eyes shut so long, ain"t it?" he added confidentially.
Helena sat down, her heart fluttering in her throat. David knelt beside her, shutting first one eye and then the other. ""Now I lay me--"" he began in a businesslike voice. At the Amen he opened his eyes and drew a long breath. Helena moved slightly and he shut his eyes again; "I"ve not done yet.
""Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me, Bless Thy little lamb to-night--""
He paused and looked up at Mrs. Richie. "Can I say colt?" Before she could reply he decided for himself. "No; colts don"t have shepherds; it has to be lamb."
Her silent laughter did not disturb him. He finished with another satisfied Amen. Helena put her arms about him to raise him from the floor, but he looked up, aggrieved.
"Why, I"ve not done yet," he reproached her "You"ve forgot the blessings."
"The blessings?" she asked timidly.
"Why, of course," said David, trying to be patient; "but I"m most done," he encouraged her. "G.o.d bless everybody--Dr. Lavendar taught me the new blessings," he interrupted himself, his eyes snapping open, "because my old blessings were all gone to heaven. G.o.d bless everybody; Dr. Lavendar, an" Mary, an" Goliath--" Helena laughed. "He said I could," David defended himself doggedly--"an" Danny, an" Dr.
King, an" Mrs. Richie. And make me a good boy. For Jesus" sake Amen.
Now I"m done!" cried David, scrambling happily to his feet.
"And--Mr. Pryor, too? Won"t you ask G.o.d to bless Mr. Pryor?"
"But," said David, frowning, "I"m done."
"After this, though, it would be nice--"
"Well," David answered coldly, "G.o.d can bless him if He wants to. But He needn"t do it just to please me."
CHAPTER XI
When Dr. Lavendar left David at the Stuffed Animal House, he didn"t feel, somehow, like going home; the Rectory would be so quiet. It occurred to him that, as he was on the hill, he might as well look in on Benjamin Wright.
He found the old gentleman in his beaver hat and green serge dressing- gown, tottering up and down the weedy driveway in front of his veranda, and repeating poetry.
"O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o"er rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old t.i.tles, that healest with blood--h.e.l.lo!
"Bout time you came to see me. I suppose you want to get some money out of me for something?"
"Of course; I always want money out of somebody for something. There"s a leak in the vestry roof. How are you?"
"How do you suppose I am? At eighty-one, with one foot in the grave!
Ready to jump over a five-barred gate?"
"I"m seventy-two," said Dr. Lavendar, "and I played marbles yesterday."
"Come in and have a smoke," the older man said, hobbling on to the veranda, where four great white columns, blistered and flaked by time, supported a roof that darkened the shuttered windows of the second story.
He led the way indoors to the dining-room, growling that his n.i.g.g.e.r, Simmons, was a fool. "He _says_ he closes the shutters to keep the flies out; makes the room as dark as a pocket, and there ain"t any flies this time of year, anyhow. He does it to stop my birds from singing; he can"t fool me! To stop my birds!" He went over to one of the windows and pushed the shutters open with a clatter; instantly a twitter ran from cage to cage, and the fierce melancholy of his old face softened. "Hear that?" he said proudly.
"I ought to come oftener," Dr. Lavendar reproached himself; "he"s lonely."
And, indeed, the room with its mammoth sideboard black with age and its solitary chair at one end of the long table, was lonely enough. On the walls, papered a generation ago with a drab paper sprinkled over with occasional pale gilt medallions, were some time-stained engravings: "The Destruction of Nineveh"; "The Trial of Effie Deans"; "The Death-bed of Washington." A gloomy room at best; now, with the shutters of one window still bowed, and the faint twitter of the canaries, and that one chair at the head of the table, it was very melancholy.
"Sit down!" said Benjamin Wright. Still in his moth-eaten high hat, he shuffled about to fetch from the sideboard a fat decanter with a silver chain and label around its neck, and two tumblers.
"No," said Dr. Lavendar; "I"m obliged to you."
"What, temperance?" snarled the other.
"Well, I hope so," Dr. Lavendar said, "but not a teetotaler, if that"s what you mean. Only I don"t happen to want any whiskey at five o"clock in the afternoon."
At which his host swore softly, and lifting the decanter poured out two good fingers.
"Mr. Wright," said Dr. Lavendar, "I will be obliged if you will not swear in my presence."
"You needn"t talk to me," cried Benjamin Wright, "I despise this d.a.m.ned profanity there is about; besides, I am always scrupulously particular in my language before females and parsons. Well;--I wanted to see you, because that jack-donkey, Sam, my grandson, is causing me some anxiety."
"Why, Sam is a good boy," Dr. Lavendar protested.
"Too good. I like a boy to be human at twenty-three. He doesn"t know the wickedness of the world."
"Thank G.o.d," said Dr. Lavendar.
"Dominie, ignorance ain"t virtue."