Oh, isn"t it beautiful? Might Bob take a look? Bob, come and see how nice the lady"s painted our Hugh!"
Bob heaved himself up rather diffidently, and approached the easel. He was apparently modest at receiving visitors. He stared hard at the canvas, bending down, indeed, to examine it more closely. Katrine thought he was mentally appraising the portrait of his child, but when at last he spoke, his criticism was totally unexpected.
"Where did you get yon cupboard?" he grunted.
"This little spice cupboard in the picture? Why, I bought it from Mrs.
Stubbs."
"You bought it? Off Mrs. Stubbs? How did she come to get hold of it, now?"
"I believe she got it at a sale."
"And you"ve drawed it just as it is? You haven"t made up they letters and figures and things as is on it?"
"Oh, no! I copied them exactly."
"And where is it now?"
"I have it safely at Aireyholme, in the studio."
"What do you want to know for, Bob?" interposed his wife.
"Never you mind, it"s no business of yours, nor of anyone else"s, so far as I can see. Hugh? Oh, yes! It"s like enough to the brat, I dare say.
They"re a noisy set, all on "em!"
And without vouchsafing any further information, the head of the Gartley family stumped out of the cottage in the direction of the "Dragon".
"Well, it"s the first time as ever I"ve known Bob take so much notice of anything!" exclaimed Mrs. Gartley. "What"s he got to do with cupboards?"
"Perhaps he"s fond of old furniture," ventured Katrine.
"Him! He"s fond of his pipe and his beer, and that"s all! I"d like to know what be up?"
"Why, I suppose anyone can feel a little natural curiosity when he looks at a picture," said Katrine, who saw nothing unusual in the incident.
"Natural curiosity, indeed! He"s a deep "un, is Bob!"
"Well, perhaps he"ll tell you at tea-time."
"Not he; he don"t tell me naught. But there! what"s the use of talking of him? A young lady like you won"t want to be thinking of such as he."
Probably Mrs. Gartley was right. Katrine went on with her sketch, and forgot all about Bob and his temporary burst of inquisitiveness. She painted the little window and the pots of geraniums, and a part of the doorway with a peep of the village street showing through the open door.
It was exactly the background she wanted for her figures. The whole made quite a charming picture.
At half-past four she packed up her traps, and went back to school rather reluctantly, for she had spent a pleasant afternoon. It was not until after she had gone that Mr. Bob Gartley sauntered back from the "Dragon" to join his family circle.
By occupation he was a farm labourer, a blacksmith"s a.s.sistant, a bricklayer, or a carter as the case might be, but he never stuck long to any job. Owing to the exertions of his wife and his numerous olive branches at haymaking, bean-picking, or in the harvest field, he generally managed to get through the summer without any undue expenditure of energy on his own part--a state of affairs which he regarded as highly satisfactory.
"Let the kids work!" he remarked on this particular evening, after pocketing the sixpence which Katrine had left for Hugh. "It"s good for "em. Develops their muscles, and teaches "em punctuality and perseverance and order, and all they things the Parish Magazine says ought to be instilled into "em while they are young. I was set at it soon enough myself, and clouted on the head if I didn"t keep it up. I don"t hold with these Council schools, keeping the children shut up for the best part of the day, when they ought to be a bit of use in the fields at a job of weeding or such-like."
"I suppose they must get their schooling. Mary is learning to recite Shakespeare, and she can do vulgar fractions, so she tells me," replied Mrs. Gartley, who was proud of her first-born"s talents.
"Shakespeare and vulgar fractions is all very well, but they don"t earn nothing. Didn"t I take first prize myself for reciting when I were a boy at school? And much good it"s done me! No; if I"d a voice in public affairs I"d drop education, and spend the money on giving allotments to decent working men with big families--men who"d train their kids not to be idle, and keep "em at it. What"s the use of sendin" a child to school for a matter of nine years, to cram it with head-learnin" when it"s goin" to get its livin" with its hands afterwards? Let it stop at home, says I, and copy its father."
"A nice example you"d make, for sure!" sneered Mrs. Gartley. "You only want "em at home so that you can have some "un to send errands. Why, if there isn"t Mrs. Stubbs at the door! Whatever"s she come for, I"d like to know?"
Though she might not feel undue delight at the advent of a visitor, Mrs.
Gartley nevertheless hastened to admit the old-furniture vendor, and usher her into the kitchen.
Most poor people are very much afraid of giving one another offence, and suffer greatly from the intrusions of their neighbours. It is impossible to say "Not at home" when they must answer the door in person, and the plea of being busy would be regarded as a mere excuse. Bob Gartley did not rise to greet the new-comer, neither did he remove his pipe from his mouth; but Mrs. Stubbs was unaccustomed to be treated with ceremony, so she did not notice such trifling omissions.
"I came to see if you could spare half a day to help me with some cleaning, Jane," she announced. "I"ve had a fresh lot of furniture in last week, and it do be in such a state, I must tidy it up a bit before I let folks look at it. There"s a gentleman wrote to me from London about it--a dealer in a big way, he is--and he may come down any day, so I want it to have a rub with the polishing-cloth."
"You do a nice little bit of business in your line, Mrs. Stubbs,"
remarked Bob Gartley. "And a pretty quick turnover, too, from what I hear."
"Well, things be just tolerable, like. Sometimes I make a profit, and sometimes I don"t," admitted Mrs. Stubbs cautiously. "It takes knowing, does the buying of old furniture; but I may say I"ve got a reputation for spotting what"s genuine. All the best people about comes to me for things. I"ve had Mrs. Everard, and Captain and Mrs. Gordon, and Mr.
Jefferson, and even Sir Victor White his own self!"
"Bless me! Can"t they afford to buy their furniture new?" exclaimed Mrs.
Gartley in much astonishment.
"That shows you don"t know anything about it, Jane. Gentlefolks has a great liking for old things, and will pay almost any fancy price for "em. No, I don"t mean plain deal tables and chairs like these,"
intercepting Bob"s hopeful glance at his property; "but oak dressers and chests and cupboards that have come down through a generation or two."
"Well, it"s a queer taste. If I was a lady I"d go into Carford and get a velvet sofa, and a sideboard with gla.s.s at the back of it."
"Ah! that"s not the present fashion," said Mrs. Stubbs, shaking her head wisely. "You"d be amazed how everybody has took a craze for what"s old.
The young ladies at Aireyholme is always in and out of my shop, lookin"
at bits of china, and samplers, and such-like."
"Didn"t one of "em buy a cupboard of you a while ago?" inquired Bob.
"So she did; but I don"t know how you come to hear of it."
"I seed it in a picture she were making of our Hugh."
"And she put in Granny Blundell as well," added Mrs. Gartley.
"I remember the cupboard well enough," said Mrs. Stubbs. "I was sorry afterwards I"d let her have it, for I could have sold it for ten shillings more to someone who came in the very next day."
"Where did you get it?"
"At Miss Jackson"s sale."
"Had it always been at The Elms?"
"No; I remember Miss Jackson buying it about three years ago, when there was that sale at the Grange. I"d a fancy for it myself then, but she outbid me; so I was quite pleased to get hold of it in the end."