A small thing, this, perhaps; and yet a Providential boon, a filling of one"s lap with bounties. There would have been great awkwardness in having Aunt so near, but forbidden to darken one"s door. Will was very firm there: Auntie was not to be admitted at Vine-Pits on any pretext whatever. But it had all worked out so neatly, without the least friction. The new owner of the Abbey wanted North Ride. He had, however, been very kind about the lease or the absence of a lease, and had paid the tenant for life, as she described herself, to surrender possession. Auntie, one might therefore say, was not at all badly treated.
As the master was away and no kind of state necessary, she breakfasted in the kitchen with Mary and Mrs. Goudie. Her baby was asleep in its cradle, which she gently swung with her foot while eating; and the three women all spoke whisperingly. The pots and pans were shining, the hearthstone was white as snow, and through the open doorway one had a pretty little picture of the back pathway, the end of the barn, and a drooping branch of the walnut trees. From the yard beyond came sounds of industrious activity--the rumble of a wagon being pulled from the pent-house, the thump of sacks being let down on the pulleys, and the intermittent buzz of a chaff-cutting machine.
Presently somebody appeared on the pathway, and came slowly and shyly toward the door.
"Oh, bother," said Mary. "If it isn"t Mr. Druitt again."
"Good mornin", mum," said the visitor, diffidently. "Would you be doing with an egg or so?"
Mr. Druitt had been introduced by Mrs. Goudie as the higgler, or itinerant poulterer and greengrocer, who served the house in Mr.
Bates" time. He was a thin middle-aged man, with light watery eyes, a straggling beard, and an astoundingly dilatory manner. He used to pull his pony and cart into the hedge or bank by the roadside, and leave them there an unconscionable time, while he pottered about the back doors of his customers, offering the articles that he had brought with him, or trying to obtain orders for other articles that he would bring next week; and although apparently so shy himself, no bruskness in others ever seemed to rebuff him. His arrival now broke up the breakfast party, and was accepted as a signal that the day"s labors must really be attacked. Mrs. Goudie and Mary pushed back their chairs with a horrid scrooping noise, Mavis got up briskly, the baby awoke and began to cry.
"No, thank you, Mr. Druitt. Nothing this morning."
"I"ve some sweet-hearted cabbages outside."
"No, thank you."
"It"s wonderful late to get "em with any heart to "em. I"ll fetch "em."
Thus, as was usual, the higgler went backward and forward between the door and his cart; and Mavis, with the baby on her arm, at intervals inspected various commodities. Eventually she purchased a capon for the Sunday dinner, paid for it, and bade Mr. Druitt good-by.
"Good-by, mum--and much obliged."
But then, quite ten minutes afterward, his shadow once more fell across the kitchen floor. He had not really gone yet. Here he was back again at the kitchen door, staring reflectively at his grubby little pocketbook.
"Beg pardon--but did I mention the side o" bacon I"ve been promised for Tuesday. It"s good bacon."
Mavis Dale with courteous finality dismissed him; but Mary, whose ordinarily red cheeks had become a fiery crimson, spoke hotly and angrily.
"Drat the man. I"ve no patience with him. He ought to know better, going on so."
"But what harm does he do, poor fellow," said Mavis, indulgently, "except muddling away his own time?"
"He"s up to no good," said Mary; and she flounced across to the door, and looked out at the now empty path. "Hanging about like that! Why can"t he keep away? I don"t want him."
Mrs. Goudie, at the sink, screwed up her wrinkled nut-cracker face, and chuckled.
"No, mum, she don"t want un. But he wants she."
And, astonishing as it might seem, this was truly the case. The higgler had fallen in love with Mary; and she, apparently without a single explicit word, had understood the nature of the emotion that stirred his breast. He had somehow surrounded her with an atmosphere of admiration--anyhow he had made her understand.
Mavis laughed gaily, and chaffed Mary about her conquest; and henceforth she more or less obliterated herself when this visitor called, and allowed the servant to conduct all transactions with him.
Mary was always very stern, disparaging his goods, and beating down his prices; while he stood sheepishly grinning, and in no wise protesting against her harshness. He now of course stayed longer than ever, indeed only withdrew when Mary indignantly drove him away.
"Be off, can"t you?" cried Mary. "I"m ashamed of you."
"Haw, haw," chuckled Mrs. Goudie. "Don"t she peck at un fierce."
"Yes, Mary," and Mrs. Dale laughed, much amused. "I do think you"re rather cruel to him."
""Twill be t"other way roundabout one day, Mary, preaps."
Then Mary tossed her head and bustled at her work. "I ain"t afeard o"
that day, Mrs. Goudie. He isn"t going the right way to win me, I can tell him. I hate his sly ways."
Mavis and the old charwoman thought that Mr. Druitt would win the prize in the end, and with a natural tendency toward match-making tacitly aided and abetted his queer courtship. Except for the disparity of years it seemed a desirable match. It was known that he had a tidy place, almost a farm, eight miles away on the edge of the down; and Mrs. Goudie, who confessed that she had merely encountered him higgling, said the tale ran that he was quite a warm man.
And thus Mary"s little romance, announcing itself so abruptly and developing itself so slowly, brought still another new interest to Vine-Pits kitchen. It was something vivid and bright and even fantastic in the midst of solidly useful facts, like the strange flower that blooms on a roadside merely because some high-flying strong-winged bird has carelessly happened to drop a seed.
"What," thought Mavis, "can any of us do without love? And where should we be without the odd chances that bring love to us?"
XIV
Fat easy years came now after the hard and lean ones; and the Dales in the dual regions of home and trade were doing really well. Dale had a powerful decently-bred cob to ride; on Wednesdays, when he went into Old Manninglea for the Corn Market, he often wore a silk top-hat and always a black coat; and at all times he looked exactly what he was, an alert, industrious, straight-dealing personage who has risen considerably and who intends to rise still higher in the social scale.
As to Mavis, she had another baby--a boy this time--and she was an infinitely proud mother as well as a very busy woman. She kept cows, poultry and bees; could and did distil a remarkably choice sloe gin, had achieved some reputation for her early peas and late lettuces, and had made the quadrangle in front of the house a sight that even tourists from London talked about. It blazed with color from May to November, and there was one of the Rodhaven drivers who on several occasions stopped his char-a-bancs to let the pa.s.sengers have a long look at it. Wandering artists, too, fascinated by the stone walls, the flowers, the white paint, and the green shutters, would sometimes ring the bell and ask if Mrs. Dale let lodgings.
Mrs. Dale was rather crushing to masculine intruders of this sort, especially when they adopted an off-handedly gallant air.
In answering their questions she drawled slightly, and smiled in a manner that, although not contemptuous, might permit them to guess that they had made a tactless mistake.
"Oh, no, we do not let lodgings."
"Don"t you really? I think you _ought_ to, you know."
"Possibly," said Mavis, drawling and smiling. "But Mr. Dale and I do not think so. Of course if we did, we should put up a board, or notice--and you may observe that there isn"t one."
She was, however, always gentle and forbearing with wanderers of her own s.e.x. To two ladies who expressed disappointment at finding no apartments and asked if she did not at least provide afternoon tea, she said at once, "Oh, certainly, I shall be delighted to give you some tea."
They were tired, dusty, not young; and she showed them into the grand front parlor that contained her piano, pictures, well-bound books, and there laid the table and brought the tea with her own hands. Such a tea--the best china, thick cream, three sorts of jam, cakes, and jolly round home-made bannocks! The ladies were so pleased, until they became embarra.s.sed. For of course when they wished to pay, Mavis could not accept payment.
"Oh, indeed no. You"re very welcome. I hope that you"ll stop and rest as long as you like;" and faintly blushing she shied away from the open purse and hurried out of the room.
"What on earth are we to do?" said one of the ladies.
"I saw a child in the pa.s.sage," said the other lady. "Let us offer the child a present."
"Ah. That solves the difficulty. But how much? I suppose it must be half-a-crown."
"_Nonsense!_" said the other lady, tartly. "That is more than the price of the whole meal if she had let us pay for it. A present of a shilling at the _outside_. No, a shilling is absurd. Sixpence."
"Do you really think so?"