"I only wish then," said Edith, "that I had never let them do anything for me. I shall hate to meet them again," and she sedulously avoided them.
The next day a carpenter appeared after breakfast, and seemed the most affably suggestive man in the world. "Of course he would carry out Mrs. Allen"s wishes immediately," and he showed her several other improvements that might be made at the same time, and which would cost but little more while they were about it.
"But how much _will_ it cost?" asked Edith directly.
"Oh, well," said the man vaguely, "it"s hard to estimate on this kind of jobbing work." Then turning to Mrs. Allen, he said with great deference, "I a.s.sure you, madam, I will do it well, and be just as reasonable as possible."
"Certainly, certainly," said Mrs. Allen majestically, pleased with the deference, "I suppose that is all we ought to ask."
"I think there ought to be something more definite as to price and time of completing the work," still urged Edith.
"My dear," said Mrs. Allen with depressing dignity, "pray leave these matters to me. It is not expected that a young lady like yourself should understand them."
Mrs. Allen had become impressed with the idea that if they ever reached the haven of Fifth Avenue again, she must take the helm and steer their storm-tossed bark. As we have seen before, she was capable of no small degree of exertion when the motive was to attain position and supremacy in the fashionable world. She was great in one direction only--the one to which she had been educated, and to which she devoted her energies.
The man chuckled as he went away. "Lucky I had to deal with the old fool rather than that sharp black-eyed girl. By Jove! but they are a handsome lot though; only they look like the houses we build nowadays --more paint and finish than solid timber."
The next day there were three or four mechanics at work, and the job was secured. The day following there were only two, and the next day none. Edith sent word by the grocer, asking what was the matter. The following day one man appeared, and on being questioned, said "the boss was very busy, lots of jobs on hand."
"Why did he take our work then?" asked Edith indignantly.
"Oh, as to that, the boss takes every job he can get," said the man with a grin.
"Well, tell the boss I want to see him," she replied sharply.
The man chuckled and went on with his work in a snail-like manner, as if that were the only job "the boss" had, or was like to have, and he must make the most of it.
The house was hers, and Edith felt anxious about it, and indeed it seemed that they were going to great expense with no certain return in view. That night one corner of the roof was left open and rain came in and did not a little damage.
Loud and bitter were the complaints of the family, but Edith said little. She was too incensed to talk about it. The next day it threatened rain and no mechanics appeared. Donning her waterproof and thick shoes, she was soon in the village, and by inquiry found the man"s shop. He saw her coming and dodged out.
"Very well, I will wait," said Edith, sitting down on a box.
The man, finding she would not go away, soon after bustled in, and was about to be very polite, but Edith interrupted him with a question that was like a blow between the eyes:
"What do you mean, sir, by breaking your word?"
"Great press of work just now, Miss Allen--"
"That is not the question," interrupted Edith. "You said you would do our work immediately. You took it with that distinct understanding; and, because you have been false to your word, we have suffered much loss. You knew the roof was not all covered. You knew it when it rained last night, but the rain did not fall on you, so I suppose you did not care. But is a person who breaks his word in that style a gentleman? Is he even a man, when he breaks it to a lady, who has no brother or husband to protect her interests?"
The man became very red. He was accustomed, as his workman said, to secure every job he could, then divide and scatter his men so as to keep everything going, but at a slow, provoking rate, that wore out every one"s patience save his own. He was used to the annual fault-finding and grumbling of the busy season, and bore it as he would a northeast storm as a disagreeable necessity, and quite prided himself on the good-natured equanimity with which he could stand his customers" scoldings; and the latter had become so accustomed to being put off that they endured it also as they would a northeaster, and went into improvements and building as they might visit a dentist.
But when Edith turned her scornful face and large indignant eyes full upon him, and asked practically what he meant by lying to her, and said that to treat a woman so proved him less than a man, he saw his habit of "putting off" in a new light. At first he was a little inclined to bl.u.s.ter, but Edith interrupted him sharply:
"I wish to know in a word what you will do. If that roof is not completed and made tight to-day, I will put the matter in a lawyer"s hands and make you pay damages."
This would place the man in an unpleasant business aspect, so he said gruffly:
"I will send some men right up."
"And I will take no action till I see whether they come," said Edith significantly.
They came, and in a few days the work was finished. But a bill double the amount they expected came promptly, also. They paid no attention to it.
In the meantime Edith had asked the village merchant, who supplied them with provisions, and who had also become a sort of agent for them, to send a man to plow the garden. The next day a slouchy old fellow, with two melancholy shacks of horses that might well tremble at the caw of a crow, was scratching the garden with a worn-out plow when she came down to breakfast. He had already made havoc in the flower borders, and Edith was disgusted with the outward aspect of himself and team to begin with. But when in her morning slippers she had picked her way daintily to a point from which she could look into the shallow furrows, her vexation knew no bounds. She had been reading about gardening of late, and she had carefully noted how all the writers insisted on deep plowing and the thorough loosening of the soil. This man"s furrows did not average six inches, and with a frowning brow, and dress gathered up, she stood perched on a little stone, like a bird that had just alighted with ruffled plumage, while Zell was on the porch laughing at her. The man with his gaunt team soon came round again opposite her, with slow automatic motion as if the whole thing were one crazy piece of mechanism. The man"s head was down, and he paid no heed to Edith. The rim of his old hat flapped over his face, the horses jogged on with dropping head and ears, as if unable to hold them up, and all seemed going down, save the plow. This light affair skimmed and scratched along the ground like the sharpened sticks of oriental tillage.
"Stop!" cried Edith sharply.
"Whoa!" shouted the man, and he turned toward Edith a pair of watery eyes, and a face that suggested nothing but snuff.
"Who sent you here?" asked Edith in the same tone.
"Mr. Hard, mum." (Mr. Hard was the merchant who was acting as their agent.)
"Am I to pay you for this work, or Mr. Hard?"
"I guess you be, mum."
"Who"s to be suited with this work, you, Mr. Hard, or I?"
"I hain"t thought nothin" about that."
"Do you mean to say that it makes no difference whether I am suited or not?"
"What yer got agin the work?"
"I want my garden plowed, not scratched. You don"t plow half deep enough, and you are injuring the shrubs and flowers in the borders."
"I guess I know more about plowin" than you do. Gee up thar!" to the horses, that seemed inclined to be Edith"s allies by not moving.
"Stop!" she cried, "I will not pay you a cent for this work, and wish you to leave this garden instantly."
"Mr. Hard told me to plow this garding and I"m a-goin" to plow it. I never seed the day"s work I didn"t git paid for yit, and you"ll pay for this. Git up thar, you cussed old critters," and the man struck the horses sharply with a lump of dirt. Away went the crazy rattling old automaton round and round the garden in spite of all she could do.
She was half beside herself with vexation, which was increased by Zell"s convulsed laughter on the porch, but she stormed at the old plowman as vainly as a robin might remonstrate with a windmill.
"Mr. Hard told me to plow it, and I"m a-goin" to plow it," said the human part of the mechanism as it again pa.s.sed, without stopping, the place where Edith stood.
Utterly baffled, Edith rushed into the house and hastily swallowed a cup of coffee. She was too angry to eat a mouthful.
Zell followed with her hand upon her side, which was aching from laughter, and as soon as she found her voice said:
"It was one of the most touchingly beautiful rural scenes I ever looked upon. I never had so close and inspiring a view of one of the "sons of the soil" before."
"Yes," snapped Edith, "he is literally a clod."
"I can readily see," continued Zell, in a mock-sentimental tone, "how n.o.ble and refining a sphere the "garding" (as your friend, out there, terms it) must be, even for women. In the first place there are your a.s.sociates in. labor--"