P.S. I can"t stop right yet; but I"m trying. It seems rather difficult to stop: but n.o.body can write without stops. I always look at stops in books when I read but sometimes you put a coma and sometimes a semicollon. I expect you know but I don"t so you must teach me. Its so nice writing things down. Come to the back gait tonight.
When the letter was written in queer, crabbed characters, on one side of a half-sheet of paper, then folded so that she could write the address on the other side, because she had no envelope--she wondered how she should get it delivered. There was a coolness between her and Harriet. Beth resented the coa.r.s.e insinuation about having a sweetheart, and shrank from hearing any more remarks of a like nature on the subject. And she couldn"t send the letter by post because she had no stamp. Should she lay it on his doorstep. No, somebody else might get it. How then? She was standing on her own doorstep with the letter in her pocket when she asked herself the question, and just at the moment Sammy himself appeared, coming back from school. Quick as thought, Beth ran across the road, whipped out the letter and gave it to him. Sammy stood still in astonishment with his mouth open, gazing at it when he found it in his hand, as if he could not imagine how it got there.
As soon as it was dark, Beth stationed herself at the back gate, which looked out into Orchard Street, and waited and waited, but Sammy did not come. He had not been able to get out; that was it--she was sure of it; yet still she waited, although the evening was very cold. Her mother and Aunt Victoria had gone to dine with Lady Benyon. She did not know what Harriet was doing, but she had disposed of Bernadine for some time to come by lending her her best picture-book to daub with paint; so it was pretty safe to wait; and at first the hope of seeing Sammy come running round the corner was pleasure enough. As the time went on, however, she became impatient, and at last she ventured a little way up the street, then a little farther, and then she ran on boldly into Orchard Row. As she approached the Lees" back-gate, she became aware of a round thing that looked like a cannon-ball glued to the top, and her fond heart swelled, for she knew it must be Sammy"s head.
"O Sammy! why didn"t you come?" she cried.
"I didn"t like," said Sammy.
"I"ve been waiting for hours," Beth expostulated with gentle reproach.
"So have I, and it"s cold," said Sammy disconsolately.
"Come now. She"s out," Beth coaxed.
"So she was the other day," Sammy reminded her.
"But we"ll go into the garden. She can"t catch us there. It"s too dark."
Sammy, half persuaded, ventured out from the gateway, then hesitated.
"But is it _very_ dark?" he said.
"Not so very, when you"re used to it," Beth answered. "But it"s nice when it"s dark. You can fancy you see things. Come! run!" She seized his hand as she spoke, and set off, and Sammy, overborne by the stronger will, kept pace with her.
"But I don"t want to see things," he protested, trying to hold back when they came to the dark pa.s.sage which led into the garden.
"Don"t be a fool, Sammy," said Beth, dragging him on. "I believe you"re a girl."
"I"m not," said Sammy indignantly.
"Then come and sit on the see-saw."
"Oh, have you a see-saw?" he asked, immediately diverted.
"Yes--this way--under the pear-tree. It"s a swing, you know, tied to the branch, and I put this board across it. I pulled the board up out of the floor of the wood-house. Do you like see-sawing?"
"Yes," said Sammy with animation.
"Catch hold, then," said Beth, tipping up the board at her end. "What are you doing, b.u.t.ter-fingers?" she cried, as Sammy failed to catch hold. "I"m sorry I said you were a girl. You"re much too clumsy."
She held the board until Sammy got astride of it at one end, then she bestrode it herself at the other, and started it with a vigorous kick on the ground. Up and down they went, shaking showers of leaves from the old tree, and an occasional winter pear, which fell with a thud, being hard and heavy.
"Golly! this is fine!" Sammy burst out. "I say, Beth, what a jolly sort of a girl you are!"
"Do you think so?" said Beth, amply rewarded for all her trouble.
"Yes. And you _can_ write a letter! My! What a time it must "a" took you! But, I say, it"s all rot about stops, you know. Stops is things in books. _You"d_ never learn stops."
"How do you know?" Beth demanded, bridling.
"Men write books," said Sammy, proud of his s.e.x, "not women, let alone gels!"
"That"s all you know about it, then!" cried Beth, better informed.
"Women _do_ write books, and girls too. Jane Austen wrote books, and Maria Edgeworth wrote books, and f.a.n.n.y Burney wrote a book when she was only seventeen, called "Evelina" and all the great men read it."
"Oh!" said Sammy, jeering, "so you"re as clever as they are, I suppose!"
Sammy was up in the air as he spoke; the next moment he came down b.u.mp on the ground.
"There," said Beth, "that"ll teach you. You be rude again if you dare."
"I"ll not come near you again, spit-cat," cried Sammy, picking himself up.
"I know you won"t," Beth rejoined. "You daren"t. You"re afraid."
"Who"s afraid?" said Sammy, bl.u.s.tering.
"Sammy Lee," said Beth. "Oh, Sammy Lee"s afraid of me, riding the see-saw under the tree."
"I say, Beth," said Sammy, much impressed, "did you make that yourself?"
"Make what myself? Make you afraid? Yes, I did."
"No, you didn"t," said Sammy, plucking up spirit. "I"m not afraid."
"Then don"t be a fool," said Beth.
"Fool yourself," Sammy muttered, but not very valiantly.
The church-clock struck nine. They were standing about, Beth not knowing what to do next, and Sammy waiting for her to suggest something; and in the meantime the night became colder and the darkness more intense.
"I think I"d better take you home," Beth said at last. "Here, give me your hand."
She dragged him out of the garden in her impetuous way, and they scampered off together to Orchard Row, and when they reached the Lees" house they were so warmed and cheered by the exercise that they parted from each other in high good-humour.
"I"ll come again," said Sammy.
"Do!" said Beth, giving him a great push that sent him sprawling up the pa.s.sage. This was the kind of attention he understood, so he went to bed satisfied.
There was only one great interest in life for the people at Rainharbour. Their religion gave them but cold comfort; their labour was arduous and paid them poorly; they had no books, no intellectual pursuits, no games to take them out of themselves, nothing to expand their hearts as a community. There were the races, the fair, and the hirings for excitement, but of pleasure such as satisfies because it is soul-sustaining and continuous enough to be part of their lives, they knew nothing. The upper cla.s.ses were idle, self-satisfied, selfish, and sensual; the lower were industrious enough, but ignorant, superst.i.tious, and depressed. The gentry gave themselves airs of superiority, really as if their characters were as good as their manners; but they did not impose upon the people, who despised them for their veneer. Each cla.s.s displayed its contempt for the other openly when it could safely do so, but was ready to cringe when it suited its own convenience, the workers for employment, and the gentry for political purposes. But human beings are too dependent on each other for such differences to exist without detriment to the whole community. Society must cohere if it is to prosper; individuals help themselves most, in the long run, when they consider each other"s interests. At Rainharbour nothing was done to promote general good fellowship; the kind of Christianity that was preached there made no mention of the matter, and society was disintegrated, and would have gone to pieces altogether but for the one great interest in life--the great primitive interest which consists in the attraction of s.e.x to s.e.x. The subject of sweethearts was always in the air. The minds of boys and girls, youths and maidens, men and women were all full of it; but it was not often openly discussed as a pleasant topic--in fact, not much mentioned at all except for fault-finding purposes; for it was the custom to be censorious on the subject, and naturally those were most so who knew most about it, like the vicar, who had married four times. He was so rabid that he almost went the length of denouncing men and maidens by name from the pulpit if he caught them strolling about together in pairs. His mind was so const.i.tuted that he could not believe their dalliance to be innocent, and yet he did not try to introduce any other interest or pleasure into their lives to divert them from the incessant pursuit of each other.
It was the grown-up people who were so nasty on the subject of sweethearts; the boys and girls never could understand why. Their own inclination was to go about together openly in the most public places; that was how they understood sweethearting; part of the pleasure of it consisted in other people seeing them, and knowing that they were sweethearts, and smiling upon them sympathetically. This, however, the grown-up people never did; on the contrary, they frowned and jeered; and so the boys and girls kept out of their way, and sought secret sympathy from each other.
Any little boy at the Mansion-House School who secured a sweetheart enjoyed a proud distinction, and Sammy soon found that his acquaintance with Beth placed him in quite an enviable position. He therefore let his fear of Mrs. Caldwell lapse, and did his best to be seen with Beth as much as possible. And to her it was a surprise as well as a joy to find him hanging about, waiting to have a word with her. Her mother"s treatment of her had so damaged her self-respect that she had never expected anybody to care for her particularly, and Sammy"s attentions, therefore, were peculiarly sweet. She did not consider the position at all, however. There are subjects about which we think, and subjects upon which we feel, and the two are quite distinct and different. Beth felt on the subject of Sammy. The fact of his having a cherubic face made her feel nice inside her chest--set up a glow there which warmed and brightened her whole existence--a glow which never flickered day or night, except in Sammy"s presence, when it went out altogether more often than not; only to revive, however, when the real Sammy had gone and the ideal Sammy returned to his place in her bosom. For Sammy adored at a distance and Sammy within range of criticism were two very different people. Sammy adored at a distance was all-ready response to Beth"s fine flights of imagination; but Sammy on the spot was dull. He was seldom on the spot, however, so that Beth had ample leisure to live on her love undisturbed, and her mind became extraordinarily active. Verse came to her like a recollection. On half-holidays they sometimes went for a walk together over the wild wide waste of sand when the tide was out, and she would rhyme to herself the whole time; but she seldom said anything to Sammy. So long as he was silent he was a source of inspiration--that is to say, her feeling for him was inspiring; but when she tried to get anything out of him, they generally squabbled.
Beth lived her own life at this time almost entirely. Since that startling threat of rebellion, her mother had been afraid to beat her lest she should strike back; scolding only made her voluble, and Mrs.
Caldwell never thought of trying to manage her in the only way possible, by reasoning with her and appealing to her better nature.
There was, therefore, but one thing for her mother to do in order to preserve her own dignity, and that was to ignore Beth. Accordingly, when the perfunctory lessons were over in the morning, Beth had her day to herself. She began it generally by practising for at least an hour by the church-clock, and after that she had a variety of pursuits which she preferred to follow alone if Sammy were at school, because then there was no one to interrupt her thoughts. When the larder was empty, she became Loyal Heart the Trapper, and would wander off to Fairholm to set snares or catapult anything she could get near. The gun she had found impracticable, because she was certain to have been seen out with it; her snares, if they were found, were supposed to have been set by poachers. She herself was known to every one on the estate, and was therefore sure of respect, no matter who saw her; even Uncle James himself would have let her alone had they met, as he was of her mother"s opinion, that it was safer to ignore her than to attempt to control her. The snares, although of the most primitive kind, answered the purpose. The great difficulty was how to get the game home; but that she also managed successfully, generally by returning after dark. Her mother, concluding that she owed whatever came to Aunt Grace Mary"s surrept.i.tious kindness, said nothing on the subject except to Beth, whom she supposed to be Aunt Grace Mary"s agent; but she very much enjoyed every addition to her monotonous diet, especially when Beth did the cooking. In fact, had it not been for Loyal Heart, the family would have pretty nearly starved that winter, because of Jim, who had contracted debts like a man, which his mother had to pay.