They were great favorites with both Mr. and Mrs. Sutton who encouraged the intimacy with their son and daughter. Suitable companions are not always to be found in rural communities and the coming of the Carters to the neighborhood was recognized by that worthy couple as a great advantage to their children.
"Nan is a charming girl, William," Mrs. Sutton had said to her husband, "and even if Billy fancies himself to be in love with her it will do him no harm, only good, since she has such good sense and breeding."
"Of course it will do him good and maybe it is not just fancy on his part. We Suttons have a way of deciding early and sticking to it. Eh, Margaret? I remember you had your hair in a plait and wore quite short skirts when I began to scheme how best to get a permanent seat by you on the train, and here I"ve got it!" and Mr. Sutton gave his portly wife a comfortable hug.
"And Mag is having a splendid time with Lucy," continued that lady, accepting the hug with a smile. "Lucy is so quick and clever, no one could help liking her. I, for one, am glad the Carters have come."
"What do you think is the matter with their mother? They always speak of her as an invalid. She looks well enough to me, although of course not robust like one beautiful lady I know." Mr. Sutton admired his wife so much that the flesh she was taking on just made her that much more beautiful in his eyes. He thought there could not be too much of a good thing.
"Invalid indeed! She is just spoiled and lazy," declared Mrs. Sutton who was all energy and industry. "She is attractive enough but I should hate to be her daughter."
"Yes, and I"d hate to be her husband, too!"
The Suttons had been most pleasant and hospitable to their new neighbors, although there could not have been two women brought together so dissimilar as Mrs. Sutton and Mrs. Carter. Mrs. Carter considered her mission in life to be as beautiful as possible and also charming. Mrs.
Sutton had never had time to think what her mission in life was, she was so busy doing the things it seemed important to do. She was first of all the wife of a successful farmer and that meant eternal vigilance on her part, as the success of a farm depends so much on the management of women. Next she was the mother of two healthy, normal children who must be trained in the way they should go. After that she was an important member of a community where her progressive spirit was needed and appreciated. Her home, Preston, was where the Ladies" Aid met and worked and kept the little church out of debt; there was headquarters for the Traveling Library; there the Magazine Club read and swapped periodicals.
She was president of the Preston Equal Suffrage League, a struggling but valorous band, and now that work of organizations was sorely needed for suffering humanity, this same league was rolling bandages and making comfort kits for the Allies, showing that votes for women was not the only thing it could work for. Truly Mrs. Sutton was a busy and happy woman.
But we are forgetting that the weather seemed destined to become our topic! Certainly the Suttons are a more agreeable subject than the weather our girls were fated to endure. Of course the sun can"t shine all the time and in the natural course of events October days must shorten into November days and they in turn into December, with nights growing longer and longer and days shorter and shorter and both of them colder and colder. Drizzling rains must fall, even if a trusting family has taken its abode in a weather-beaten old house, up a muddy lane that must be walked through to reach the station.
""In winter I get up at night And dress by early candle light,""
yawned Nan one morning as the alarm went off, warning her it was time to rouse herself and Lucy. Lucy had curled up in a little ball, having gone to bed without quite enough cover. It had turned cold and damp during the night, a heavy rain had kept up for hours and now at six in the morning it was drizzling dismally.
"I don"t see how we can go to town to-day," sighed Nan, peering out of the window. "It is so dark and gloomy."
"I reckon the lane will be awfully muddy," said Lucy, reluctantly uncurling herself, "and I believe I left my rubbers at school that time I took them in when I thought it was going to rain and it didn"t."
"You"ll have to borrow Helen"s."
"Gee! Isn"t it cold?" and Lucy drew back the foot she had tentatively poked out of bed. "I wish we could live in a steam-heated house again."
Valhalla was heated by open fireplaces, drum stoves and the Grace of G.o.d, according to Chloe. There was a small stove in the younger girls"
room, but up to this time they had not felt the necessity of having a fire.
It seemed difficult on that rainy morning for everyone to awaken.
Chloe"s feet and then her reluctant legs came through the trap-door of her attic room and slowly down the chicken steps leading into the kitchen long after Helen had started the kerosene stove and put on the kettle.
"I ain"t slep" none," she declared when Helen remonstrated with her because of her tardiness. "The rain done leaked in on my haid an" I reckon I"s gonter die er the ammonia."
"Oh, I fancy not! A little water won"t hurt you," said Helen, flying around the kitchen like a demented hen trying to scratch up a breakfast for her brood. "Hurry up and set the table, it is so late."
"Won"t hurt me! Lawsamussy, Miss Helen! Don"t you know that n.i.g.g.e.rs can"t wash they haids in winter time? They do say they wool has deeper roots than what white folks" hair is got an" the water what touches they haids dreens plum down inter they brains."
"Brains, did you say?" said Helen, but her sarcasm was lost on Chloe.
"If it leaked on your head why didn"t you move your bed? It leaked on Miss Douglas and me, too, but we moved the bed."
"Well, I was in a kinder stupid an" looks like I couldn"t raise han" or foot."
"I can well believe it," muttered Helen. "Please set the table as fast as you can!"
"Helen," cried Lucy, hurrying into the dining-room, "you"ll have to lend me your rubbers! I left mine in town."
"Have to?"
"Well, please to!"
"I hate for you to stretch my rubbers all out of shape."
"Stretch "em much! Your feet are bigger than mine."
"That being the case I certainly won"t lend them to be dropped off in the mud."
"Children! Children!" admonished Douglas, hurrying to breakfast. "What are you quarreling about?"
"Who shall be Cinderella!" drawled Nan. "And it seems a strange subject to dispute about on such a morning. For my part, I wish my feet were a quarter of a mile long and I could take three steps and land at the station."
"It leaked in our room last night," said Lucy.
"And ours!" chorused Helen and Douglas.
"Mine, too! But I ain"t a-keerin"," from Bobby.
"My haid is done soaked up with leaks," grinned Chloe.
"I really think Miss Ella and Miss Louise should have had the roof mended before we came," said Douglas.
"Well, tonight we can go to bed with our umbrellas up," suggested Nan.
"Yes! An" wake up a corp!" said Chloe dismally, as she handed the certainly not overdone biscuit. "It am sho" death ter hist a umbrell in the house."
Nan and Lucy were finally off, forlorn little figures with raincoats and rubbers and dripping umbrellas. Helen"s rubbers were a bit too small, much to that young lady"s satisfaction and to Lucy"s chagrin.
"My feet will slim down some as I grow older, the shoe man told me. I betcher when I am as old as you are my feet will be smaller," said Lucy as she paddled off with the rubbers pulled on as far as she could get them.
The road was pa.s.sable until they got within a hundred yards of the station and then they struck a soft stretch of red clay that was the consistency of mola.s.ses candy about to be pulled. Nan clambered up an embankment, balancing herself on a very precarious path that hung over the road, but Lucy kept to the middle of the pike.
"I hear the train!" cried Nan. "We must hurry!"
"Hurry, indeed! How can anyone hurry through fudge?" and poor Lucy gave a wail of agony. She was stuck and stuck fast.
"Come on!" begged Nan, but Lucy with an agonized countenance looked at her sister.
"I"m stuck!"
"If I come pull you out, I"ll get stuck, too! What on earth are we to do?"
"Throw me a plank," wailed Lucy in the tones of a drowning man. Her feet were going in deeper and deeper. Helen"s rubbers were almost submerged and there seemed to be nothing to keep Lucy"s shoes and finally Lucy from going the way of the rubbers.
Nan dropped her books, umbrella and lunch on the bank and pulled a rail from the fence. Lucy clutched it and with a great pull and a sudden lurch which sent Nan backwards into the blackberry bushes, the younger girl came hurtling from what had threatened to become her muddy grave.