"Are you Hannah the herb seller?" she asked in a croaky voice as her head shook to and fro.
"Yes, I am," was the answer. "Can I serve you?"
"We"ll see; we"ll see! Let me look at those herbs. I wonder if you"ve got what I want," said the old woman as she thrust a pair of hideous brown hands into the herb basket, and began turning over all the neatly packed herbs with her skinny fingers, often holding them up to her nose and sniffing at them.
The cobbler"s wife felt much disgusted at seeing her wares treated like this, but she dared not speak. When the old hag had turned over the whole basket she muttered, "Bad stuff, bad stuff; much better fifty years ago--all bad."
This made Jem very angry
"You are a very rude old woman," he cried out. "First you mess all our nice herbs about with your horrid brown fingers and sniff at them with your long nose till no one else will care to buy them, and then you say it"s all bad stuff, though the duke"s cook himself buys all his herbs from us."
The old woman looked sharply at the saucy boy, laughed unpleasantly, and said:
"So you don"t like my long nose, sonny? Well, you shall have one yourself, right down to your chin."
As she spoke she shuffled towards the hamper of cabbages, took up one after another, squeezed them hard, and threw them back, muttering again, "Bad stuff, bad stuff."
"Don"t waggle your head in that horrid way," begged Jem anxiously. "Your neck is as thin as a cabbage-stalk, and it might easily break and your head fall into the basket, and then who would buy anything?"
"Don"t you like thin necks?" laughed the old woman. "Then you sha"n"t have any, but a head stuck close between your shoulders so that it may be quite sure not to fall off."
"Don"t talk such nonsense to the child," said the mother at last.
"If you wish to buy, please make haste, as you are keeping other customers away."
"Very well, I will do as you ask," said the old woman, with an angry look. "I will buy these six cabbages, but, as you see, I can only walk with my stick and can carry nothing. Let your boy carry them home for me and I"ll pay him for his trouble."
The little fellow didn"t like this, and began to cry, for he was afraid of the old woman, but his mother ordered him to go, for she thought it wrong not to help such a weakly old creature; so, still crying, he gathered the cabbages into a basket and followed the old woman across the Market Place.
It took her more than half an hour to get to a distant part of the little town, but at last she stopped in front of a small tumble-down house. She drew a rusty old hook from her pocket and stuck it into a little hole in the door, which suddenly flew open. How surprised Jem was when they went in! The house was splendidly furnished, the walls and ceiling of marble, the furniture of ebony inlaid with gold and precious stones, the floor of such smooth slippery gla.s.s that the little fellow tumbled down more than once.
The old woman took out a silver whistle and blew it till the sound rang through the house. Immediately a lot of guinea pigs came running down the stairs, but Jem thought it rather odd that they all walked on their hind legs, wore nutsh.e.l.ls for shoes, and men"s clothes, whilst even their hats were put on in the newest fashion.
"Where are my slippers, lazy crew?" cried the old woman, and hit about with her stick. "How long am I to stand waiting here?"
They rushed upstairs again and returned with a pair of cocoa nuts lined with leather, which she put on her feet. Now all limping and shuffling was at an end. She threw away her stick and walked briskly across the gla.s.s floor, drawing little Jem after her. At last she paused in a room which looked almost like a kitchen, it was so full of pots and pans, but the tables were of mahogany and the sofas and chairs covered with the richest stuffs.
"Sit down," said the old woman pleasantly, and she pushed Jem into a corner of a sofa and put a table close in front of him. "Sit down, you"ve had a long walk and a heavy load to carry, and I must give you something for your trouble. Wait a bit, and I"ll give you some nice soup, which you"ll remember as long as you live."
So saying, she whistled again. First came in guinea pigs in men"s clothing. They had tied on large kitchen ap.r.o.ns, and in their belts were stuck carving knives and sauce ladles and such things. After them hopped in a number of squirrels. They too walked on their hind legs, wore full Turkish trousers, and little green velvet caps on their heads. They seemed to be the scullions, for they clambered up the walls and brought down pots and pans, eggs, flour, b.u.t.ter, and herbs, which they carried to the stove. Here the old woman was bustling about, and Jem could see that she was cooking something very special for him. At last the broth began to bubble and boil, and she drew off the saucepan and poured its contents into a silver bowl, which she set before Jem.
"There, my boy," said she, "eat this soup and then you"ll have everything which pleased you so much about me. And you shall be a clever cook too, but the real herb--no, the REAL herb you"ll never find. Why had your mother not got it in her basket?"
The child could not think what she was talking about, but he quite understood the soup, which tasted most delicious. His mother had often given him nice things, but nothing had ever seemed so good as this. The smell of the herbs and spices rose from the bowl, and the soup tasted both sweet and sharp at the same time, and was very strong. As he was finishing it the guinea pigs lit some Arabian incense, which gradually filled the room with clouds of blue vapour. They grew thicker and thicker and the scent nearly overpowered the boy. He reminded himself that he must get back to his mother, but whenever he tried to rouse himself to go he sank back again drowsily, and at last he fell sound asleep in the corner of the sofa.
Strange dreams came to him. He thought the old woman took off all his clothes and wrapped him up in a squirrel skin, and that he went about with the other squirrels and guinea pigs, who were all very pleasant and well mannered, and waited on the old woman.
First he learned to clean her cocoa-nut shoes with oil and to rub them up. Then he learnt to catch the little sun moths and rub them through the finest sieves, and the flour from them he made into soft bread for the toothless old woman.
In this way he pa.s.sed from one kind of service to another, spending a year in each, till in the fourth year he was promoted to the kitchen.
Here he worked his way up from under-scullion to head-pastrycook, and reached the greatest perfection. He could make all the most difficult dishes, and two hundred different kinds of patties, soup flavoured with every sort of herb--he had learnt it all, and learnt it well and quickly.
When he had lived seven years with the old woman she ordered him one day, as she was going out, to kill and pluck a chicken, stuff it with herbs, and have it very nicely roasted by the time she got back. He did this quite according to rule. He wrung the chicken"s neck, plunged it into boiling water, carefully plucked out all the feathers, and rubbed the skin nice and smooth. Then he went to fetch the herbs to stuff it with. In the store-room he noticed a half-opened cupboard which he did not remember having seen before. He peeped in and saw a lot of baskets from which came a strong and pleasant smell. He opened one and found a very uncommon herb in it. The stems and leaves were a bluish green, and above them was a little flower of a deep bright red, edged with yellow.
He gazed at the flower, smelt it, and found it gave the same strong strange perfume which came from the soup the old woman had made him. But the smell was so sharp that he began to sneeze again and again, and at last--he woke up!
There he lay on the old woman"s sofa and stared about him in surprise.
"Well, what odd dreams one does have to be sure!" he said to himself.
"Why, I could have sworn I had been a squirrel, a companion of guinea pigs and such creatures, and had become a great cook, too. How mother will laugh when I tell her! But won"t she scold me, though, for sleeping away here in a strange house, instead of helping her at market!"
He jumped up and prepared to go: all his limbs still seemed quite stiff with his long sleep, especially his neck, for he could not move his head easily, and he laughed at his own stupidity at being still so drowsy that he kept knocking his nose against the wall or cupboards. The squirrels and guinea pigs ran whimpering after him, as though they would like to go too, and he begged them to come when he reached the door, but they all turned and ran quickly back into the house again.
The part of the town was out of the way, and Jem did not know the many narrow streets in it and was puzzled by their windings and by the crowd of people, who seemed excited about some show. From what he heard, he fancied they were going to see a dwarf, for he heard them call out: "Just look at the ugly dwarf!" "What a long nose he has, and see how his head is stuck in between his shoulders, and only look at his ugly brown hands!" If he had not been in such a hurry to get back to his mother, he would have gone too, for he loved shows with giants and dwarfs and the like.
He was quite puzzled when he reached the market-place. There sat his mother, with a good deal of fruit still in her baskets, so he felt he could not have slept so very long, but it struck him that she was sad, for she did not call to the pa.s.sers-by, but sat with her head resting on her hand, and as he came nearer he thought she looked paler than usual.
He hesitated what to do, but at last he slipped behind her, laid a hand on her arm, and said: "Mammy, what"s the matter? Are you angry with me?"
She turned round quickly and jumped up with a cry of horror.
"What do you want, you hideous dwarf?" she cried; "get away; I can"t bear such tricks."
"But, mother dear, what"s the matter with you?" repeated Jem, quite frightened. "You can"t be well. Why do you want to drive your son away?"
"I have said already, get away," replied Hannah, quite angrily. "You won"t get anything out of me by your games, you monstrosity."
"Oh dear, oh dear! she must be wandering in her mind," murmured the lad to himself. "How can I manage to get her home? Dearest mother, do look at me close. Can"t you see I am your own son Jem?"
"Well, did you ever hear such impudence?" asked Hannah, turning to a neighbour. "Just see that frightful dwarf--would you believe that he wants me to think he is my son Jem?"
Then all the market women came round and talked all together and scolded as hard as they could, and said what a shame it was to make game of Mrs.
Hannah, who had never got over the loss of her beautiful boy, who had been stolen from her seven years ago, and they threatened to fall upon Jem and scratch him well if he did not go away at once.
Poor Jem did not know what to make of it all. He was sure he had gone to market with his mother only that morning, had helped to set out the stall, had gone to the old woman"s house, where he had some soup and a little nap, and now, when he came back, they were all talking of seven years. And they called him a horrid dwarf! Why, what had happened to him? When he found that his mother would really have nothing to do with him he turned away with tears in his eyes, and went sadly down the street towards his father"s stall.
"Now I"ll see whether he will know me," thought he. "I"ll stand by the door and talk to him."
When he got to the stall he stood in the doorway and looked in. The cobbler was so busy at work that he did not see him for some time, but, happening to look up, he caught sight of his visitor, and letting shoes, thread, and everything fall to the ground, he cried with horror: "Good heavens! what is that?"
"Good evening, master," said the boy, as he stepped in. "How do you do?"
"Very ill, little sir, replied the father, to Jem"s surprise, for he did not seem to know him. "Business does not go well. I am all alone, and am getting old, and a workman is costly."
"But haven"t you a son who could learn your trade by degrees?" asked Jem.
"I had one: he was called Jem, and would have been a tall st.u.r.dy lad of twenty by this time, and able to help me well. Why, when he was only twelve he was quite sharp and quick, and had learnt many little things, and a good-looking boy too, and pleasant, so that customers were taken by him. Well, well! so goes the world!"
"But where is your son?" asked Jem, with a trembling voice.
"Heaven only knows!" replied the man; "seven years ago he was stolen from the market-place, and we have heard no more of him."