"Lookin' pretty well for an old lady, ain't she?" said Mrs.
Todd's mother, turning away from her daughter to speak to me. She
was a
delightful little person herself, with bright eyes and an
affectionate air of
expectation like a child on a
holiday. You
felt as if Mrs. Blackett were an old and dear friend before you let
go her
cordial hand. We all started together up the hill.
"Now don't you haste too fast, mother," said Mrs. Todd
warningly; "'tis a far reach o' risin' ground to the fore door, and
you won't set an' get your
breath when you're once there, but go
trotting about. Now don't you go a mite faster than we proceed
with this bag an' basket. Johnny, there, 'll fetch up the haddock.
I just made one stop to underrun William's trawl till I come to
jes' such a fish's I thought you'd want to make one o' your nice
chowders of. I've brought an onion with me that was layin' about
on the window-sill at home."
"That's just what I was wantin'," said the
hostess. "I give
a sigh when you spoke o' chowder, knowin' my onions was out.
William forgot to
replenish us last time he was to the Landin'.
Don't you haste so yourself Almiry, up this risin' ground. I hear
you commencin' to wheeze a'ready."
This mild
revenge seemed to afford great pleasure to both
giver and
receiver. They laughed a little, and looked at each
other
affectionately, and then at me. Mrs. Todd considerately
paused, and faced about to regard the wide sea view. I was glad to
stop, being more out of
breath than either of my companions, and I
prolonged the halt by asking the names of the
neighboring islands.
There was a fine
breeze blowing, which we felt more there on the
high land than when we were
running before it in the dory.
"Why, this ain't that
kitten I saw when I was out last, the
one that I said didn't appear likely?" exclaimed Mrs. Todd as we
went our way.
"That's the one, Almiry," said her mother. "She always had a
likely look to me, an' she's right after business. I never see
such a mouser for one of her age. If't wan't for William, I never
should have housed that other dronin' old thing so long; but he
sets by her on
account of her havin' a bob tail. I don't deem it
advisable to
maintain cats just on
account of their havin' bob
tails; they're like all other curiosities, good for them that wants
to see 'm twice. This
kitten catches mice for both, an' keeps me
respectable as I ain't been for a year. She's a real understandin'
little help, this
kitten is. I picked her from among five Miss
Augusta Pernell had over to Burnt Island," said the old woman,
trudging along with the
kitten close at her skirts. "Augusta, she
says to me, 'Why, Mis' Blackett, you've took and homeliest;'
and, says I, 'I've got the smartest; I'm satisfied.'"
"I'd trust nobody sooner'n you to pick out a
kitten, mother,"
said the daughter handsomely, and we went on in peace and harmony.
The house was just before us now, on a green level that looked
as if a huge hand had scooped it out of the long green field we had
been ascending. A little way above, the dark,
spruce woods began
to climb the top of the hill and cover the
seaward slopes of the
island. There was just room for the small farm and the forest; we
looked down at the fish-house and its rough sheds, and the weirs
stretching far out into the water. As we looked
upward, the tops
of the firs came sharp against the blue sky. There was a great
stretch of rough pasture-land round the shoulder of the island to
the
eastward, and here were all the thick-scattered gray rocks that
kept their places, and the gray backs of many sheep that forever
wandered and fed on the thin sweet pasturage that fringed the
ledges and made soft hollows and strips of green turf like growing
velvet. I could see the rich green of bayberry bushes here and
there, where the rocks made room. The air was very sweet; one
could not help wishing to be a citizen of such a complete and tiny
continent and home of fisherfolk.
The house was broad and clean, with a roof that looked heavy
on its low walls. It was one of the houses that seem firm-rooted
in the ground, as if they were two-thirds below the surface, like
icebergs. The front door stood hospitably open in
expectation of
company, and an
orderly vine grew at each side; but our path led to
the kitchen door at the house-end, and there grew a mass of gay
flowers and greenery, as if they had been swept together by some
diligent garden broom into a tangled heap: there were portulacas
all along under the lower step and straggling off into the grass,
and clustering mallows that crept as near as they dared, like poor
relations. I saw the bright eyes and brainless little heads of two
half-grown chickens who were snuggled down among the mallows as if
they had been chased away from the door more than once, and
expected to be again.
"It seems kind o'
formal comin' in this way," said Mrs. Todd
impulsively, as we passed the flowers and came to the front
doorstep; but she was mindful of the proprieties, and walked before
us into the best room on the left.
"Why, mother, if you haven't gone an' turned the
carpet!" she
exclaimed, with something in her voice that spoke of awe and
admiration. "When'd you get to it? I s'pose Mis' Addicks come
over an' helped you, from White Island Landing?"
"No, she didn't," answered the old woman,
standing proudly
erect, and making the most of a great moment. "I done it all
myself with William's help. He had a spare day, an' took right
holt with me; an' 'twas all well beat on the grass, an' turned, an'
put down again afore we went to bed. I ripped an' sewed over two
o' them long breadths. I ain't had such a good night's sleep for
two years."
"There, what do you think o' havin' such a mother as that for
eighty-six year old?" said Mrs. Todd,
standing before us like a
large figure of Victory.
As for the mother, she took on a sudden look of youth; you
felt as if she promised a great future, and was
beginning, not
ending, her summers and their happy toils.
"My, my!" exclaimed Mrs. Todd. "I couldn't ha' done it
myself, I've got to own it."
"I was much pleased to have it off my mind," said Mrs.
Blackett,
humbly; "the more so because along at the first of the
next week I wasn't very well. I suppose it may have been the
change of weather."
Mrs. Todd could not
resist a
significant glance at me, but,
with
charmingsympathy, she forbore to point the lesson or to
connect this
illness with its
apparent cause. She loomed larger
than ever in the little
old-fashioned best room, with its few
pieces of good furniture and pictures of national interest. The
green paper curtains were stamped with
conventional landscapes of
a foreign order,--castles on
inaccessible crags, and lovely lakes
with steep
wooded shores; under-foot the treasured
carpet was
covered thick with home-made rugs. There were empty glass lamps
and crystallized bouquets of grass and some fine shells on the
narrow mantelpiece.
"I was married in this room," said Mrs. Todd
unexpectedly; and
I heard her give a sigh after she had
spoken, as if she could not
help the touch of regret that would forever come with all her
thoughts of happiness.
"We stood right there between the windows," she added, "and
the
minister stood here. William wouldn't come in. He was always
odd about seein' folks, just's he is now. I run to meet 'em from
a child, an' William, he'd take an' run away."
"I've been the gainer," said the old mother cheerfully.
"William has been son an' daughter both since you was married off
the island. He's been 'most too satisfied to stop at home 'long o'
his old mother, but I always tell 'em I'm the gainer."
We were all moving toward the kitchen as if by common
instinct. The best room was too
suggestive of serious occasions,
and the shades were all pulled down to shut out the summer
light and air. It was indeed a
tribute to Society to find a room
set apart for her behests out there on so
apparently neighborless
and
remote an island. Afternoon visits and evening festivals must
be few in such a bleak situation at certain seasons of the year,
but Mrs. Blackett was of those who do not live to themselves, and
who have long since passed the line that divides mere self-concern
from a valued share in
whatever Society can give and take. There
were those of her neighbors who never had taken the trouble to
furnish a best room, but Mrs. Blackett was one who knew the uses of
a parlor.
"Yes, do come right out into the old kitchen; I shan't make
any stranger of you," she invited us
pleasantly, after we had been
properly received in the room appointed to
formality. "I expect
Almiry, here, 'll be driftin' out 'mongst the pasture-weeds quick's
she can find a good excuse. 'Tis hot now. You'd better content
yourselves till you get nice an' rested, an' 'long after dinner the
sea-
breeze 'll spring up, an' then you can take your walks, an' go
up an' see the
prospect from the big ledge. Almiry'll want to show
off everything there is. Then I'll get you a good cup o' tea
before you start to go home. The days are plenty long now."
While we were talking in the best room the selected fish had
been
mysteriously brought up from the shore, and lay all cleaned
and ready in an
earthen crock on the table.
"I think William might have just stopped an' said a word,"
remarked Mrs. Todd, pouting with high
affront as she caught sight
of it. "He's friendly enough when he comes
ashore, an' was
remarkable social the last time, for him."
"He ain't disposed to be very social with the ladies,"
explained William's mother, with a
delightful glance at me, as if
she counted upon my friendship and tolerance. "He's very
particular, and he's all in his old fishin'-clothes to-day. He'll
want me to tell him everything you said and done, after you've
gone. William has very deep affections. He'll want to see you,
Almiry. Yes, I guess he'll be in by an' by."
"I'll search for him by 'n' by, if he don't," proclaimed Mrs.
Todd, with an air of unalterable
resolution. "I know all of his
burrows down 'long the shore. I'll catch him by hand 'fore he
knows it. I've got some business with William, anyway. I brought
forty-two cents with me that was due him for them last lobsters he
brought in."
"You can leave it with me," suggested the little old mother,
who was already stepping about among her pots and pans in the
pantry, and preparing to make the chowder.
I became possessed of a sudden unwonted
curiosity in regard to
William, and felt that half the pleasure of my visit would be lost
if I could not make his interesting acquaintance.
IX
William
MRS. TODD HAD taken the onion out of her basket and laid it down
upon the kitchen table. "There's Johnny Bowden come with us, you
know," she reminded her mother. "He'll be hungry enough to eat his
size."
"I've got new doughnuts, dear," said the little old lady.
"You don't often catch William 'n' me out o' provisions. I expect
you might have chose a somewhat larger fish, but I'll try an' make
it do. I shall have to have a few extra potatoes, but there's a
field full out there, an' the hoe's leanin' against the well-house,
in 'mongst the climbin'-beans." She smiled and gave her daughter
a commanding nod.
"Land sakes alive! Le's blow the horn for William," insisted
Mrs. Todd, with some
excitement. "He needn't break his spirit so
far's to come in. He'll know you need him for something
particular, an' then we can call to him as he comes up the path.
I won't put him to no pain."
Mrs. Blackett's old face, for the first time, wore a look of
trouble, and I found it necessary to
counteract the teasing spirit
of Almira. It was too pleasant to stay
indoorsaltogether, even in
such rewarding
companionship; besides, I might meet William; and,
straying out
presently, I found the hoe by the well-house and an
old splint basket at the woodshed door, and also found my way down