A Spinner in the Sun | Page 6

to indicate Araminta's
hapless father--"was always tracking dirt into the clean kitchen, and he
had an appetite like a horse. Barbara would make a cake to set away for
company, and he'd gobble it all up at one meal just as if 't was a
doughnut. She was forever cooking and washing dishes and sweeping
up after him. When he come into the house, she'd run for the broom and
dustpan, and follow him around, sweeping up, and if you'll believe me,
the brute scolded her for it. He actually said once, in my presence, that
if he'd known how neat she was, he didn't believe he'd have married her.
That shows what men are--if it needs showing. It's no wonder poor
Barbara died. I hope there ain't any brooms in Heaven and that she's
havin' a good rest now.
"Araminta's goin' on nineteen, and she's a sensible girl, if I do say it as
shouldn't. She's never spoke to a man except to say 'yes' and 'no.' I've
taught her to steer clear of 'em, and even when she was only seven
years old, she'd run if she saw one coming. She knows they 're pizen
and I don't believe I'll ever have any cause to worry about Minty.
"I've got the minister boarding with me," pursued Miss Hitty,
undaunted, and cheerfully taking a fresh start. "Ministers don't count,
and I must say that, for a man, Mr. Thorpe is very little trouble. He
wipes his feet sometimes for as much as five minutes when he's coming
in, and mostly, when it's pleasant weather, he's out. When he's in, he
usually stays in his room, except at meals. He don't eat much more 'n a
canary, and likes what he eats, and don't need hardly any pickin' up
after, though a week ago last Saturday he left a collar layin' on the
bureau instead of putting it into his bag.
"I left it right where 't was, and Sunday morning he put it where it
belonged. He's never been married and he's learned to pick up after
himself. I wouldn't have had him, on Araminta's account, only that
there wasn't no other place for him to stay, and it was put to me by the
elders as being my Christian duty. I wouldn't have took him, otherwise,
and we've never had an unmarried minister before.
"Besides, Mr. Thorpe ain't pleasing the congregation, and I don't know

that he'll stay long. He's been here six months and three Sundays over,
and I've been to every single service, church and Sunday-school and
prayer-meeting, and he ain't never said one word about hell. It's all of
the joys of Heaven and a sure reward in the hereafter for everybody
that's done what they think is right--nothing much, mind you, about
what is right. Why, when Mr. Brewster was preaching for us, some of
the sinners would get up and run right out of the church when he got
started on hell and the lost souls writhin' in the flames. That was a
minister worth having.
"But Mr. Thorpe, now, he doesn't seem to have no sense of the duties
of his position. Week before last, I heard of his walkin' along the river
with Andy Rogers--arm in arm, if you'll believe me, with the worst
drunkard and chicken thief in town. The very idea of a minister
associatin' with sinners! Mr. Brewster would never have done that.
Why, Andy was one of them that run out of the church the day the
minister give us that movin' sermon on hell, and he ain't never dared to
show his face in a place of worship since.
"As I said, I don't think Mr. Thorpe 'll be with us long, for the vestry
and the congregation is getting dissatisfied. There ain't been any open
talk, except in the Ladies' Aid Society, but public opinion is settin'
pretty strongly in that direction." Miss Hitty dropped her final g's when
she got thoroughly interested in her subject and at times became deeply
involved in grammatical complications.
"Us older ones, that's strong in the faith, ain't likely to be injured by it, I
suppose, but there's always the young ones to be considered, and it's
highly important for Araminta to have the right kind of influence. Of
course Mr. Thorpe don't talk on religious subjects at home, and I ain't
let Araminta go to church the last two Sundays. Meanwhile, I've talked
hell to her stronger 'n common.
"But, upon my soul, I don't know what Rushton is comin' to. A month
or so ago, there was an outlandish, heathen character come here that
beats anything I've ever heard tell of. His name is Tom Barnaby and
he's set up a store on the edge of town, in