Loud noises came from the open windows of the dining-room where the family were at tea; the barking of dogs, the compet.i.tive laughter of small children, a gurgling and crowing and spluttering; with now and then the sudden delicate laughter of Ally and the bellowing of Jim.
"Oh--there"s Gwenda!" said Ally.
Jim stopped between a bellowing and a choking, for his mouth was full.
"Ay--it"s "er."
He washed down his mouthful. "Coom, Ally, and open door t" "er."
But Ally did not come. She had her year-old baby on her knees and was feeding him.
At the door of the old kitchen Jim grasped his sister-in-law by the hand.
"Thot"s right," he said. "Yo"ve joost coom in time for a cup o" tae.
T" misses is in there wi" t" lil uns."
He jerked his thumb toward his dining-room and led the way there.
Jim was not quite so alert and slender as he had been. He had lost his savage grace. But he moved with his old directness and dignity, and he still looked at you with his pathetic, mystic gaze.
Ally was contrite; she raised her face to her sister to be kissed. "I can"t get up," she said, "I"m feeding Baby. He"d howl if I left off."
"I"d let "im howl. I"d spank him ef "twas me," said Jim.
"He wouldn"t, Gwenda."
"Ay, thot I would. An" "e knows it, doos Johnny, t" yoong rascal."
Gwenda kissed the four children; Jimmy, and Gwendolen Alice, and little Steven and the baby John. They lifted little sticky faces and wiped them on Gwenda"s face, and the happy din went on.
Ally didn"t seem to mind it. She had grown plump and pink and rather like Mary without her subtlety. She sat smiling, tranquil among the cries of her offspring.
Jim turned three dogs out into the yard by way of discipline. He and Ally tried to talk to each other across the tumult that remained. Now and then Ally and the children talked to Gwenda. They told her that the black and white cow had calved, and that the blue lupins had come up in the garden, that the old sow had died, that Jenny, the chintz cat, had kittened and that the lop-eared rabbit had a litter.
"And Baby"s got another tooth," said Ally.
"I"m breaakin" in t" yoong chestnut," said Jim. "Poor Daasy"s gettin"
paa.s.st "er work."
All these happenings were exciting and wonderful to Ally.
"But you"re not interested, Gwenda."
"I am, darling, I am."
She was. Ally knew it but she wanted perpetual rea.s.surance.
"But you never tell us anything."
"There"s nothing to tell. Nothing happens."
"Oh, come," said Ally, "how"s Papa?"
"Much the same except that he drove into Morfe yesterday to see Molly."
"Yes, darling, of course you may."
Ally was abstracted, for Gwenny had slipped from her chair and was whispering in her ear.
It never occurred to Ally to ask what Gwenda had been doing, or what she had been thinking of, or what she felt, or to listen to anything she had to say.
Her sister might just as well not have existed for all the interest Ally showed in her. She hadn"t really forgotten what Gwenda had done for her, but she couldn"t go on thinking about it forever. It was the sort of thing that wasn"t easy or agreeable to think about and Ally"s instinct of self-preservation urged her to turn from it. She tended to forget it, as she tended to forget all dreadful things, such as her own terrors and her father"s illness and the noises Greatorex made when he was eating.
Gwenda was used to this apathy of Ally"s and it had never hurt her till to-day. To-day she wanted something from Ally. She didn"t know what it was exactly, but it was something Ally hadn"t got.
She only said, "Have you seen the thorn-trees on Greffington Edge?"
And Ally never answered. She was heading off a stream of jam that was creeping down Stevey"s chin to plunge into his neck.
"Gwenda"s aa.s.skin" yo "ave yo seen t" thorn-trees on Greffington Edge," said Greatorex. He spoke to Ally as if she were deaf.
She made a desperate effort to detach herself from Stevey.
"The thorn-trees? Has anybody set fire to them?"
"Tha silly laa.s.s!----"
"What about the thorn-trees, Gwenda?"
"Only that they"re all in flower," Gwenda said.
She didn"t know where it had come from, the sudden impulse to tell Ally about the beauty of the thorn-trees.
But the impulse had gone. She thought sadly, "They want me. But they don"t want me for myself. They don"t want to talk to me. They don"t know what to say. They don"t know anything about me. They don"t care--really. Jim likes me because I"ve stuck to Ally. Ally loves me because I would have given Steven to her. They love what I was, not what I am now, nor what I shall be.
"They have nothing for me."
It was Jim who answered her. "I knaw," he said, "I knaw."
"Oh! You little, little--lamb!"
Baby John had his fingers in his mother"s hair.
Greatorex rose. "You"ll not get mooch out o" Ally as long as t" kids are about. Yo"d best coom wi" mae into t" garden and see t" loopins."
She went with him.