make
suggestive jokes, perhaps about her faith in a too persistent
course of thoroughwort elixir, in which my
landlady professed such
firm
belief as sometimes to
endanger the life and
usefulness of
worthy neighbors.
To arrive at this quietest of seaside villages late in June,
when the busy herb-gathering season was just
beginning, was also to
arrive in the early prime of Mrs. Todd's activity in the brewing of
old-fashioned
spruce beer. This cooling and
refreshing drink had
been brought to wonderful
perfection through a long
series of
experiments; it had won
immense local fame, and the supplies for
its manufacture were always giving out and having to be
replenished. For various reasons, the seclusion and uninterrupted
days which had been looked forward to proved to be very rare in
this
otherwisedelightful corner of the world. My
hostess and I
had made our
shrewd business
agreement on the basis of a simple
cold
luncheon at noon, and
liberal restitution in the matter of hot
suppers, to provide for which the lodger might sometimes be seen
hurrying down the road, late in the day, with cunner line in hand.
It was soon found that this
arrangement made large
allowance for
Mrs. Todd's slow herb-gathering progresses through woods and
pastures. The
spruce-beer customers were pretty steady in hot
weather, and there were many demands for different soothing syrups
and elixirs with which the
unwisecuriosity of my early residence
had made me acquainted. Knowing Mrs. Todd to be a widow, who had
little beside this
slender business and the
income from one hungry
lodger to
maintain her, one's energies and even interest were
quickly bestowed, until it became a matter of course that she
should go afield every pleasant day, and that the lodger should
answer all peremptory knocks at the side door.
In
taking an
occasional wisdom-giving
stroll in Mrs. Todd's
company, and in
acting as business
partner during her
frequent absences, I found the July days fly fast, and it was not
until I felt myself confronted with too great pride and pleasure in
the display, one night, of two dollars and twenty-seven cents which
I had taken in during the day, that I remembered a long piece of
writing, sadly
belated now, which I was bound to do. To have been
patted kindly on the shoulder and called "darlin'," to have been
offered a surprise of early mushrooms for supper, to have had all
the glory of making two dollars and twenty-seven cents in a single
day, and then to
renounce it all and
withdraw from these pleasant
successes, needed much
resolution. Literary employments are so
vexed with uncertainties at best, and it was not until the voice of
conscience sounded louder in my ears than the sea on the nearest
pebble beach that I said
unkind words of
withdrawal to Mrs. Todd.
She only became more
wistfullyaffectionate than ever in her
expressions, and looked as disap
pointed as I expected when I
frankly told her that I could no longer enjoy the pleasure of what
we called "seein' folks." I felt that I was cruel to a whole
neighborhood in curtailing her liberty in this most important
season for harvesting the different wild herbs that were so much
counted upon to ease their winter ails.
"Well, dear," she said sorrowfully, "I've took great advantage
o' your bein' here. I ain't had such a season for years, but I
have never had nobody I could so trust. All you lack is a few
qualities, but with time you'd gain judgment an' experience, an' be
very able in the business. I'd stand right here an' say it to
anybody."
Mrs. Todd and I were not separated or estranged by the change
in our business relations; on the
contrary, a deeper intimacy
seemed to begin. I do not know what herb of the night it was that
used sometimes to send out a penetrating odor late in the evening,
after the dew had fallen, and the moon was high, and the cool air
came up from the sea. Then Mrs. Todd would feel that she must talk
to somebody, and I was only too glad to listen. We both fell under