"But there!" continued aunt Ann, dismissing all lighter considerations, "I dunno"s that"s any reason why you should bake in a tin kitchen, nor why you should need to heat up the brick oven every week, when "t was only done to please him, an" he ain"t here to know. Now, "Melia, le"s see what you could do. When you got the range in, "t would alter this kitchen all over. Why don"t you tear down that old-fashioned mantelpiece in the fore-room?"
"I could have a marble one," responded Amelia in a low voice. She had taken her sewing again, and she bent her head over it as if she were ashamed. A flush had risen in her cheeks, and her hand trembled.
"Wide marble! real low down!" confirmed aunt Ann, in a tone of triumph.
"So fur as that goes, you could have a marble-top table." She laid down her knitting, and looked about her, a spark of excited antic.i.p.ation in her eyes. All the habits of a lifetime urged her on to arrange and rearrange, in pursuit of domestic perfection. People used to say, in her first married days, that Ann Doby wasted more time in planning conveniences about her house than she ever saved by them "arter she got "em." In her active years, she was, in local phrase, "a driver." Up and about early and late, she directed and managed until her house seemed to be a humming hive of industry and thrift. Yet there was never anything too urgent in that sway. Her beaming good-humor acted as a buffer between her and the doers of her will; and though she might scold, she never rasped and irritated. Nor had she really succ.u.mbed in the least to the disease which had practically disabled her. It might confine her to a chair and render her dependent upon the service of others, but over it, also, was she spiritual victor. She could sit in her kitchen and issue orders; and her daughter, with no initiative genius of her own, had all aunt Ann"s love of "springin" to it." She cherished, besides, a worshipful admiration for her mother; so that she asked no more than to act as the humble hand under that directing head. It was Amos who tacitly rebelled. When a boy in school, he virtually gave up talking, and thereafter opened his lips only when some practical exigency was to be filled. But once did he vouchsafe a reason for that eccentricity. It was in his fifteenth year, as aunt Ann remembered well, when the minister had called; and Amos, in response to some remark about his hope of salvation, had looked abstractedly out of the window.
"I"d be ashamed," announced aunt Ann, after the minister had gone,--"Amos, I _would_ be ashamed, if I couldn"t open my head to a minister o" the gospel!"
"If one head"s open permanent in a house, I guess that fills the bill,"
said Amos, getting up to seek the woodpile. "I ain"t goin" to interfere with n.o.body else"s contract."
His mother looked after him with gaping lips, and, for the s.p.a.ce of half an hour, spoke no word.
To-day she saw before her an alluring field of action; the prospect roused within her energies never incapable of responding to a spur.
"My soul, "Melia!" she exclaimed, looking about the kitchen with a dominating eye, "how I should like to git hold o" this house! I al"ays did have a hankerin" that way, an" I don"t mind tellin" ye. You could change it all round complete."
"It"s a good house," said Amelia evasively, taking quick, even st.i.tches, but listening hungrily to the voice of outside temptation. It seemed to confirm all the long-suppressed ambitions of her own heart.
"You"re left well on "t," continued aunt Ann, her shrewd blue eyes taking on a speculative look. "I"m glad you sold the stock. A woman never undertakes man"s work but she comes out the little eend o" the horn. The house is enough, if you keep it nice. Now, you"ve got that money laid away, an" all he left you besides. You could live in the village, if you was a mind to."
A deep flush struck suddenly into Amelia"s cheek. She thought of Saltash and Laurie Morse.
"I don"t want to live in the village," she said sharply, thus reproving her own errant mind. "I like my home."
"Law, yes, of course ye do," replied aunt Ann easily, returning to her knitting. "I was only spec"latin". The land, "Melia, what you doin" of?
Repairin" an old coat?"
Amelia bent lower over her sewing. ""T was his," she answered in a voice almost inaudible. "I put a patch on it last night by lamplight, and when daytime come, I found it was purple. So I"m takin" it off, and puttin"
on a black one to match the stuff."
"Goin" to give it away?"
"No, I ain"t," returned Amelia, again with that sharp, remonstrant note in her voice. "What makes you think I"d do such a thing as that?"
"Law, I didn"t mean no harm. You said you was repairin" on "t,--that"s all."
Amelia was ashamed of her momentary outbreak. She looked up and smiled sunnily.
"Well, I suppose it _is_ foolish," she owned,--"too foolish to tell. But I"ve been settin" all his clothes in order to lay "em aside at last. I kind o" like to do it."
Aunt Ann wagged her head, and ran a knitting-needle up under her cap on a voyage of discovery.
"You think so now," she said wisely, "but you"ll see some time it"s better by fur to give "em away while ye can. The time never"ll come when it"s any easier. My soul, "Melia, how I should like to git up into your chambers! It"s six year now sence I"ve seen "em."
Amelia laid down her work and considered the possibility.
"I don"t know how in the world I could h"ist you up there," she remarked, from an evident background of hospitable good-will.
"H"ist me up? I guess you couldn"t! You"d need a tackle an" falls. Amos has had to come to draggin" me round by degrees, an" I don"t go off the lower floor. Be them chambers jest the same, "Melia?"
"Oh, yes, they"re just the same. Everything is. You know he didn"t like changes."
"Blue spread on the west room bed?"
"Yes."
"Spinnin"-wheels out in the shed chamber, where his gran"mother Hooper kep" "em?"
"Yes."
"Say, "Melia, do you s"pose that little still"s up attic he used to have such a royal good time with, makin" essences?"
Amelia"s eyes filled suddenly with hot, unmanageable tears.
"Yes," she said; "we used it only two summers ago. I come across it yesterday. Seemed as if I could smell the peppermint I brought in for him to pick over. He was too sick to go out much then."
Aunt Ann had laid down her work again, and was gazing into vistas of rich enjoyment.
"I"ll be whipped if I shouldn"t like to see that little still!"
"I"ll go up and bring it down after dinner," said Amelia soberly, folding her work and taking off her thimble. "I"d just as soon as not."
All through the dinner hour aunt Ann kept up an inspiring stream of question and reminiscence.
"You _be_ a good cook, "Melia, an" no mistake," she remarked, breaking her brown hot biscuit. "This your same kind o" bread, made without yeast?"
"Yes," answered Amelia, pouring the tea. "I save a mite over from the last risin"."
Aunt Ann smelled the biscuit critically. "Well, it makes proper nice bread," she said, "but seems to me that"s a terrible shif"less way to go about it. However "d you happen to git hold on "t? You wa"n"t never brought up to "t."
"His mother used to make it so. "T was no great trouble, and "t would have worried him if I"d changed."
When the lavender-sprigged china had been washed and the hearth swept up, the room fell into its aspect of afternoon repose. The cat, after another serious ablution, sprang up into a chair drawn close to the fireplace, and coiled herself symmetrically on the faded patchwork cushion. Amelia stroked her in pa.s.sing. She liked to see puss appropriate that chair; her purr from it renewed the message of domestic content.
"Now," said Amelia, "I"ll get the still."
"Bring down anything else that"s ancient!" called aunt Ann. "We"ve pretty much got red o" such things over t" our house, but I kind o" like to see "em."
When Amelia returned, she staggered under a miscellaneous burden: the still, some old swifts for winding yarn, and a pair of wool-cards.
"I don"t believe you know so much about cardin" wool as I do," she said, in some triumph, regarding the cards with the saddened gaze of one who recalls an occupation never to be resumed. "You see, you dropped all such work when new things come in. I kept right on because he wanted me to."
Aunt Ann was abundantly interested and amused.
"Well, now, if ever!" she repeated over and over again. "If this don"t carry me back! Seems if I could hear the wheel hummin" an" gramma Balch steppin" back an" forth as stiddy as a clock. It"s been a good while sence I"ve thought o" such old days."
"If it"s old days you want"--began Amelia, and she sped upstairs with a fresh light of resolution in her eyes.