"Yes, I suppose so," answered Mother Mayberry, as she picked up little Hoover, who was nodding like a top-heavy petunia in a breeze, and stretched him across her lap for a nap. "But as long as she have got the spanking of man sprouts from they one to ten years she oughter make out to get in a vote to suit herself, as time comes along, especially if she have picked her husband right."
"She--she can"t--can"t pick her husband," hazarded the singer lady desperately.
"Yes, she can, honey-child," answered Mother Mayberry comfortably. "The smile in her eye and the switch of her skirts is a woman"s borned-vote, and she can elect herself wife to any man she cares to use "em on. But what about the collation, Bettie? Everybody is going to help you with the cooking and fixings, and let"s have a never-forget supper this onct."
"That we are," answered Mrs. Pratt emphatically. "Mr. Hoover says no hand-around, stand-around for him; he wants a regular laid table with a knife and fork set-down to it. He says we are a-going to feed our friends liberal, if it takes three acres of timothy hay to do it, and he"s about right. We"ll begin thinking about that and deciding what the first of the week. But I must be a-going to see that the dinner horn blows in time. I want to get my sparagra.s.ses extra tender, for "Liza have notified me that she is going to stop by to-day with the covered dish, and I want to fill it tasty for her. Come visiting soon, Miss Elinory, for I"ve got something to show you that are too foolish to speak about to Mis" Mayberry." And the widow gave a delicious little giggle as she lifted the sleeping baby from Mother Mayberry"s lap and started down the steps.
"Dearie me, Bettie," answered Mother with a laugh, "don"t you know that poking up a woman"s curiosity is mighty apt to start a yaller jacket to buzzing? I"ll be by your house sometime before sundown myself."
"Some women"s ship of life is a steamboat that stops to take on pa.s.sengers at every landing. Bettie"s are one of them kind, and she"ll tie up with "em all in glory when the time comes," remarked Mother Mayberry as she watched the st.u.r.dy widow swing away down the Road with the baby asleep over her shoulder.
Just at this moment, Cindy found occasion to summon Mother Mayberry to the chicken yard on account of a dispute that had arisen between old Dominick and one of the ungallant roosters that had resulted in an injury to one of the small fry, which lay pitifully cheeping on the back steps. Dominick, with every feather awry, was holding command of the bowl of corn-meal while her family feasted, and the Plymouth rooster stood at a respectful distance with a weather eye on both the determined mother and Cindy"s broom. Retribution in the form of Mother Mayberry descended upon him swiftly and certainly, and he lost no time in seeking seclusion under the barn.
And by the time order and peace were restored to the barn-yard, Mother came in to dinner and spent an hour in interested hen-lore with the singer lady, who was really fond of hearing about the feathered families when she saw how her interest in them pleased Mrs. Mayberry.
The subject of the Doctor, his absence and the probable time of his return was not mentioned by his mother, and for the life of her Miss Wingate could not muster the courage for a single question. She felt utterly unable to stand even the most mild eulogy on the peony-girl and was glad that nothing occurred to turn the conversation in that direction. She was silent for the most part, and most a.s.siduous in her attentions to Martin Luther, whose rapidly filling outlines were making him into a chubby edition of the Raphaelite angel. Martin had landed in the garden of the G.o.ds and was making the most of the golden days. He bore his order of American boyhood with jaunty grace, and the curl had a.s.sumed a rampant air in place of the pathetic.
"Martin, do you want me to wash your face and hands and come go visiting with me?" asked the singer lady, as she stood on the front steps and watched Mother Mayberry depart in her old buggy on the way to visit a patient over the n.o.b. A long, lonely afternoon was more than she could face just now, and she felt certain that distraction, if not amus.e.m.e.nt, could be found in a number of places along the Road.
"Thank, ma"am, please," answered Martin Luther, who still clung to the formula that he had found to be a perfectly good open sesame to most of the pleasant things of life, when used as he knew how to use it.
So, taking her rose-garden hat in one hand and Martin Luther"s chubby fist in the other, Miss Wingate started down Providence Road for a series of afternoon calls, at the fashionable hour of one-thirty. She was just pa.s.sing by Mrs. Peavey"s gate with no earthly thought of going in when she beheld the disconsolate Buck stretched full length on the gra.s.s under a tree, which was screened by a large syringa bush from the front windows of the maternal residence. A hoe rested languidly beside him, and it was a plain case of farm hookey.
"Oh, Miss Elinory," called his mother from the side steps, "did Mis"
Mayberry hear about that fire down in town that burned up two firemen, a police and a woman?" At the sound of his mother"s strident voice, Buck curled up in a tight knot and with a despairing glance rolled under the bush.
"I don"t know, Mrs. Peavey, but I"ll tell her," Miss Wingate called back as she prepared to hasten on for fear Mrs. Peavey would come to the gate for further parley, and thus discover the exhausted culprit.
"And a man tooken pisen on account of a bank"s failing in Louisville,"
she added in a still shriller tone, which just did carry across the distance to Mrs. Pike"s front door, through which Miss Wingate was disappearing. Her prompt flight had saved the day for the disconsolate lover, who cautiously rolled from under the bush again and went on with his interrupted nap.
She found Mrs. Pike and Miss Prissy at home, and spent a really delightful hour in speculating and unfolding possible plans for the Pratt-Hoover nuptials. Miss Prissy blushed and giggled at an elephantine attempt at badinage that her sister-in-law directed at her on the subject of Mr. Petway, and after a while Miss Wingate went on her way, in a manner comforted by their wholesome merriment. She hesitated at the front gate of the Tutt residence, but the sight of the Squire pottering around in a diminutive garden at the side of the house decided her to enter, for Squire Tutt held the charm for her that a still-fused fire-cracker holds for a small boy.
"I ain"t well at all," he exploded, in answer to her polite question, asked in the meekest of voices. "Don"t you set up to marry Tom Mayberry, girl, if you don"t wanter get a numbskull. Told me to eat a pa.s.sel of raw green stuff for my liver, like I was a head of cattle.
I"ll die if I follow him. Everybody he doctors"ll die. Snake bite is the only thing he knows how to cure, and snakes don"t crawl until the last of the month. Don"t marry him, I say, don"t marry him!"
And it took Miss Wingate several minutes after her hurried adieus to get over the effect of the Squire"s inhibitory caution. But the haven for which she had been instinctively aiming was just across the Road, and she found a peace and quiet which sank into her perturbed soul like a benediction. The Deacon sat by Mrs. Bostick"s bed with his Bible across his thin old knees, and Eliza was crouched on the floor just in front of him, with her knees in her embrace and her eyes fixed on his gentle face. Little Bettie Pratt lay across Mrs. Bostick"s bed, deep in her afternoon nap, and Henny Turner was stretched out full length on the floor in front of the window, while "Lias sat with his back against the wall with the puppy in his arms. The pale face of the sweet invalid was lit by a gentle smile, and she held one of the sleeping child"s warm little hands in her frail, knotted, old fingers. Unnoticed, Miss Wingate and Martin Luther paused a moment at the door.
"Golly, Deacon, but didn"t he do him up at one shot, and nothing but a little piece of rock in the gum-sling!" exclaimed "Lias in excitement over the climax of the tale the Deacon had just completed. "I wisht I was that strong!"
"It was the strength the Lord gived to him, "Lias Hoover, to special kill the giant with," said Eliza in an argumentative tone of voice. "Do you reckon He tooken the strength away from David the next morning, Deacon, or let him keep it to use all the time?" Eliza"s extreme practicality showed at all times, even in those of deepest excitement.
The Deacon was saved the strain of intellect involved in making reply to this demand by his wife"s low exclamation of pleasure as she caught sight of the girl and the tot in the doorway. She smiled softly as the singer lady seated herself on the side of the bed and took both her hand and that of the sleeping baby in a firm, young one. A peculiar bond of sympathy had arisen between the girl and the gentle old invalid, both fighting pain and anxiety. Mrs. Bostick would lie for hours drinking in tales of Miss Wingate"s travels in the world, which she had timidly but eagerly asked for from the beginning of their friendship. The girl knew that the anxious mother-heart vas using her descriptions to fare forth on quests for the wanderer into the wide world beyond the Harpeth Hills, that had all her life bounded her horizon, and she sat by her long hours, leading the way into the uttermost parts. After a fatherly greeting, the Deacon departed with the children to his bench under the trees and left the two alone for their talk, and the long shadows were stretched across the Road and the sun sinking beyond the Ridge before the singer lady wended her way dejectedly home with the play-wearied Martin Luther trailing beside her. She found Mother Mayberry, much to her relieved astonishment, placidly rocking in her accustomed place, with her palm-leaf ruffling the water-waves and a fresh lawn tie blowing in the breeze.
"Come in, honey-hearts," she said eagerly, with bright tenderness shining in her face for the girl and the barefoot young pilgrim; "I have been setting here a-missing you both for a hour. With you and my young mission boy both gone I"m like an old hawk-robbed hen. I knew you was with Mis" Bostick, and I didn"t come for you "cause somehow them rocking-chair-bed travels you and her take seems to comfort her. I wouldn"t interrupt one of "em for the world, though I was getting plumb lonesome. I was even a-hankering after that Tom Mayberry what I left not over two hours ago."
"Has the Doctor come back from the City this soon?" demanded the singer lady, with a queer thump in her cardiac region that almost smothered her voice.
"Well now, to tell the truth, Tom Mayberry haven"t been to no City,"
answered his mother with a chuckle as she looked at Miss Wingate over Martin Luther"s head on her shoulder where he had buried it with a demand for "milk, milk, thank ma"am, please." "I don"t think he wants you to know what he have been having happen to him, but I can"t keep from telling you "cause I"m tickled clean to my funny bone. Dave Hanks come over here at daylight wanting a doctor quick, and I had a cramp in my leg what I forgot to tie a yarn string around before I went to bed, so I had to let Tom hurry on over there "count of the push they was in.
Then I got to studying it over and while I knewed how Tom had had a lot of practice in such things in a hospital, I thought it was just as well to let him get a little Harpeth experience along that line and sorter prove his character to Squire Tutt and the rest. About dinner time, though, I got sorry for him and hitched up and went over there to see how they was a-getting along, without telling you or Cindy anything about it. And what did I find? That Tom Mayberry and Dave Hanks out on the back porch, Dave taking a drink outen a bottle and Tom with two babies wrapped up in a shawl showing "em to a neighbor woman, proud as a peac.o.c.k over "em. He most dropped "em when he seen me and I promised not to tell you about it at all, but if you coulder seen him!" And the tried and proven young AEsculapius" mother fairly rolled in her chair with mirth at the recollection.
"Oh," gasped the singer girl, as she sank weakly down upon the top step and leaned her head against the convenient post. "It was awful--I--I--"
she caught herself quickly in the expression of the intensity of her relief.
"No, it wasn"t awful," answered Mother Mayberry, fortunately losing the trend of the exclamation. "They are mighty sweet little babies, both girls. The joke is mostly on me getting uneasy and following Tom up.
When I pick out his wife, I must be sure and see she are a girl what don"t worry none about what he is up to. A trouble-hunting wife is a rock sinker to any man, but around a doctor"s neck she"ll finish him quick. Don"t let on to the shame-faced thing when he comes! He asked me what you"d been a-doing all day, and I told him I thought maybe you had a few custards in your mind for him to-night when he gets back from Flat Rock. Don"t you want to beat up some with Cindy"s help? And they is a bunch of pink peonies he sent you from Mis" Hank"s bushes, sticking in a bucket on the back porch. Pin one in your hair to sorter compliment him after all the trouble he have had this day, poor Tom!"
CHAPTER VII
PRETTY BETTIE"S WEDDING DAY
And even old Dame Nature of Harpeth Hills aroused herself for the occasion and took in hand the wedding day of pretty Bettie Pratt on Providence Road. In the dark hours before dawn she spread a light film of clouds over the stars, from which she first puffed a stiff dust-cleansing breeze and then proceeded to sprinkle a good washing shower which took away the last trace of wear and tear of the past hot days, so by the time she brought the sun out for a final shine up, the village looked like it had been having a most professional laundering.
And after an hour or two of his warm encouragement, the roses lifted their buds and began to blow out with joyous exuberance. Mother Mayberry"s red-musks tumbled over the wall almost on to the head of Mrs. Peavey"s yellow-cl.u.s.ter, and Judy Pike"s pink-cabbage fairly flung blossoms and buds over into the Road. The widow"s own moss-damask nodded and beckoned hospitably to Mrs. Tutt"s Maryland tea, and Pattie Hoover"s Maiden"s Blush mingled its sweetness with that of the dainty white-cl.u.s.ter that climbed around Mrs. Bostick"s window. A haunting perfume from the new-mown clover fields drifted over it all and the glistening silver poplar leaves danced in the breezes.
"Was they ever such a day before!" exclaimed Mother Mayberry as she stood on the front steps with the singer lady, who was as blooming herself as any rose on the Road. "And everything is well along towards ready when it"s turned twelve. The children have all been washed from skin out and just need a last polish-off. I"ve put "em all on honor not to get dirty again and I think every shoe will be on by marching time."
"The baskets and the tubs of roses are in the milk house, and I will arrange them at the last minute so they won"t wilt," answered Miss Wingate with enthusiasm that matched Mother Mayberry"s. "Do you suppose there is anything I can do to help anybody anywhere? I never was so excited before."
"I don"t believe they is a loose end to tie up on the Road, child. Even Bettie herself have finished for the day and have gone over to set a quiet hour with Mis" Bostack. Clothes is all laid out on beds, and cold lunch snacks put on kitchen tables. They ain"t to be a dinner cooked on the Road this day "cept what "Liza and Cindy are a-stewing up for the Deacon and Mis" Bostick. Looks like everything is on greased wheels, and--but there comes the child running now! I do hope they haven"t nothing flew the track."
"Mother Mayberry, please ma"am, tell me what to do about Mis" Tutt!"
Eliza exclaimed with anxiety spread all over her little face, which was given a comic cast by a row of red flannel rags around her head over which were rolled prospective curls, due to float out for the festivities. "She says she won"t go to the wedding "cause it"s prayer meeting night, and it were a sin to put off the Lord"s meeting "till to-morrow night. I didn"t know she were a-going to do this way! I got out her dress for her yesterday. The Squire is so mad he says tell Doctor Tom to come do something for him quick and not to bring no hot water kettle neither."
"Dearie me," said Mother Mayberry with mild exasperation in her voice.
"You run along, "Liza, and don"t you worry with Mis" Tutt. I"ll come down there tereckly and see if I can"t kinder persuade her some. Go around there and give that message to Doctor Tom yourself. I don"t take no stock in such doctoring as he does to the Squire these days."
"Isn"t it too bad for Mrs. Tutt to feel that way and miss the wedding?"
asked Miss Wingate with a trace of the same exasperation in her voice that had sounded in Mother Mayberry"s tones.
"It are that," answered Mother regretfully. "Looks like religion oughter be tooken as a cooling draft to the soul and not stuck on life like a fly blister. But I think we can kinder fix Mis" Tutt some. And that reminds me, I want you to undertake a job of using a little persuading on Tom Mayberry for me. He have got the most lovely long tail coat, gray britches, gray vest and high silk hat up in his press, and he says he are a-going to wear his blue Sunday clothes same as usual, when I asked him careless like about it this morning. I"m fair dying to behold him just onct in them good clothes he wears out in the big world and thinks Providence people will make fun of him to see, but I wouldn"t ask him outright to put "em on for me, not for nothing."
"Do you know, Mrs. Mayberry, you really--really flirt with the Doctor?"
laughed Miss Wingate as she rubbed her delicate little nose against Mother Mayberry"s shoulder with Teether Pike"s exact nozzling gesture.
"Well, it"s a affair that have been a-going on since the first time I laid eyes on Ugly, and they ain"t nothing ever a-going to stop it "lessen his wife objects," answered Mother Mayberry as she glanced down quizzically at the face against her shoulder.
"She"s sure to--to adore it," answered the singer lady as she buried her head in Mother"s tie so only the rosy back of her neck showed.
"Yes, I think she will understand," answered the Doctor"s mother with a sweet note in her rich voice as she bestowed a little hug on the slender body pressed close to hers. "You see, child, the tie twixt a woman and her own man-child ain"t like anything on earth, and I feel it must hold between Mary and her Son in Heaven. I felt it pull close like steel when mine weren"t fifteen minutes old, and it won"t die when I do neither. And that Tom Mayberry are so serious that a-flirting with him gets him sorter on his blind side and works to a finish. Can"t you try to help me out about that coat and the silk hat?"
"Yes," answered Miss Wingate with a dimpling smile, "I"ll try. I"ll ask him what I shall wear and then maybe--maybe--"
"That"s the very idea, honey-bird!" exclaimed Mother Mayberry delightedly. "Tell him you are a-going to put on your best bib and tucker and it"ll start the notion in him to keep you company. If a woman can just make a man believe his vanity are proper pride, he will prance along like the trick horse in a circus. Now s"pose you kinder saunter round careless like to--"