"But, why, Marthy, isn"t Abby promised to w.i.l.l.y Parks?"
"No; I asked Mis" Parks about that yisterday. She said w.i.l.l.y had been waitin" on Abby for four or five years, but they"d had a misunderstandin" this summer, and it was broke off for good."
"He ought to be horsewhipped!" said Andrew warmly. "Abilonia Supe is the finest girl in North Sudbury."
"Ye-es," admitted Marthy reluctantly. "You"re sure she wouldn"t be too young for you, are you?"
"Too young? For me? I don"t want to marry my grandmother, I guess. And I"m not Methusalem myself," and he shook the stoop out of his back and spread the thin hair across his bald spot. His wife looked at him in wondering surprise.
"Abby has had rather a hard time since her mother died," she said weakly.
"Indeed she has, and she deserves to have it easy now. She needs somebody to take care of her if that scamp--and she isn"t bad lookin", either--Abby isn"t. I tell you, Marthy, there isn"t your beat in the hull town for managin" forethoughtedness. Sick or well, you"ve allus ben a captain at managin". Now, come to think it over, this isn"t a bad idee. But, how"ll we git her consent? Maybe I"d better step over and--well--ruther lead up to the subject. I might--"
"That dish water"s a-b"ilin", Andrew. It"s a-b"ilin" hard. I c"n hear it."
Andrew started briskly for the kitchen, and the dishes clattered merrily. An hour later he framed himself in the doorway in his Sunday clothes.
"I have to go down to the store this afternoon to git that baggin" for the hops, and I can jest as well "s not go round by Supes" and--sort of--talk that over with Abby--and tell her your wishes. I never deny you nothin", Marthy; you know that. If it"ll be any comfort to you, I"ll jest brace up and do it, no matter how hard it is."
"Well--say, Andrew, wait a minute. Maybe you"d better wait till we talk it over a little more. I might consult with Abby, myself, on the subject--An-ndrew! An-ndrew! That man is gittin" a good deal deafer"n he"ll own to."
It was quite supper time when Andrew returned; it was too late to cook anything, so he brought Marthy some of the Sunday baked beans and brown bread, with the cider apple sauce.
"Well, you must "a" had a time of it with her," suggested his wife as he placed the tray. "I hope you didn"t do more"n make a suppositious case and find out what her sentiments was."
"That was what I set out to do, but she was so surprised an" asked so many questions that I jest had to up and tell her what I was drivin" at.
I told her that it was your last wish, and that you"d set your heart on it till you felt like you couldn"t die easy unless you knew who was goin" to have your house and your beddin" and--me, and after I"d reasoned with her quite a spell and she"d ruther got used to the idee, she saw how "twas. I thought you"d like to have it settled, because you allus do, and, as you say, there"s no tellin" what day"ll be to-morrow.
Then, that w.i.l.l.y Parks is likely to come back and spile the hull plan."
"Settle it all? Why, what did she say to it?"
"I guess you may call it settled. I asked her if she"d consider herself engaged to me--"
"What? What"s that? Engaged to you?"
"Yes; isn"t that what you wanted?"
"What did she say to that?"
"She said yes, she guessed that she would, though she would like to think it over a little."
"I didn"t presume to think you"d go and get it all settled without talkin" it over with me, and I calc"lated to--to do the arrangin"
myself. What did she say when she consented to it, Andrew?"
Andrew squirmed on the edge of his chair. "I guess my tea is coolin" out there. I"d better go and eat, now."
"A minute more won"t make no difference. What did she say?"
"She said--why, she said--a whole lot of things. She said she never expected to marry; that she wanted to give her life to makin" folks happy and doin" for them, folks that had a sorrow--but the Lord hadn"t given her any sorrowful folks to do for. It"s my opinion that she thought consid"able of that fickle w.i.l.l.y Parks. Then I reasoned with her some, and she come to see that maybe this was the app"inted work for her to do--considerin" you"d set your heart on it so. She said she didn"t know but I needed lookin" after and doin" for as much as any one she knew, and it would be a pleasure to--now, Marthy, let me go and have my tea."
"What else did she say?"
"Well, she said I certainly had--that I had--a hard trial this trip, and I"d served my time so faithfully it would be a comfort and a pleasure to--now, Marthy, I know my tea"s cold."
It took him so long to have his tea and wash the dishes and bring in the squashes for fear of frost that Marthy had no further opportunity to consider the new position of her husband as an engaged man that night.
She resumed the subject early the next morning.
"Andrew, I want you should go and bring Abilonia over here as soon as you git the work done up. There"s so much I want to arrange with her, and you never know what day"ll be to-morrow. And them moths ought to be seen to right off--
"What be you goin" up stairs for? You needn"t put on your Sunday clothes jest for that. She"ll have to see you in your old clothes many a year after you"re--ah--when she comes to live here."
"Yes, but that"s not now. I"m only engaged to her; I"m only sort of courtin" now, as you might say."
He came back in a little while, bringing a gentle, brown-eyed young woman, who laid away her things and took an ap.r.o.n from her bag with the air of one accustomed to do for others.
"Did you want to see me particularly, Mis" Dobson? I hope you"re not feelin" worse?"
"I do" know"s I slep" much las" night, and I have an awful funny feelin"
round my heart this mornin". I"m preparin" for the worst. You know "Two men shall be grindin" at the mill and"--"
"Oh, now, you aren"t so bad as all that. You look as smart as a spring robin--you do look wonderful well, Mis" Dobson. Now, what can I do for you?"
"There"s a lot of things to look after, Abilonia, now that you--that you--that--"
"Yes, I know there are, and I"ll just delight to take hold and do them.
I told Mr. Dobson that I wanted to begin to do for you both right away.
I"m real glad you thought--of it, Mis" Dobson, for I"ve n.o.body else, now, to care for, and I should love to take care of poor Mr. Dobson and try to make him happy--just real happy--the best of anybody in the world. He looked so pleased when I told him so."
"Did he? He did!"
"Yes, his face just lighted up when I told him that we all knew how faithful he"d been to his trust through such a long, hard siege, how kind and patient, and that it would be a privilege to try to make it up to him a little."
"Oh--ah--well, what did he say to that?"
"He just said the hand of the Lord had fallen rather heavy on him, but he"d tried to bear the burden the best he could, and if he held out to the end the Lord would reward him. And he said it was the Lord"s mercy to give him such a good, clever wife to take care of--since she was sickly. Now, would you like me to bake you some cookies this morning, or do the mending?"
"I don"t know. Did Andrew say that? Well, he has been faithful. You"re goin" to git an awful good man, Abilonia. Say, don"t you tell him, or it"ll scare him, but I"m goin" to do a terrible resky thing. I"m goin"
to set up here in the bed a little spell. Go you up to the top bureau drawer in the spare room and git my black shawl. I know I might fall over dead, but I"m goin" to take the resk."
"Why, Mis" Dobson, it isn"t safe!"
"Safe or not, I"m goin" to do it. I"m goin" to set up a spell. I never stop for consequences to myself when I set out to do a thing."
The perilous feat was accomplished without tragedy. After she had had a nap, propped up in the bed, Mrs. Dobson"s soul rose to greater heights of daring, when Abilonia remarked that Mrs. Dobson"s plum-colored silk was the very thing for a lining to her own silk quilt, and as it would not be worn again she might as well take it over and make it up. She was adding that she would like to have a crayon portrait made of Mr. Dobson to hang beside that of his wife which adorned the parlor in ante-mortem state, when Marthy interrupted: "Abilonia, go you and git me a dress.
There ought to be a brown poplin hangin" in the little room closet, unless somebody moved it last spring in housecleanin" time. You bring that down. I want to git my feet onto the floor."
When Andrew came home to get dinner he stopped in the kitchen door, dumb with amazement. Marthy sat by the table in the big wooden chair peeling apples, while Abilonia rolled out the pie crust and told about the church quilting bee.