The Old Gray Homestead | Page 6

puts all them flowers in plain green
glass vases, an' wouldn't so much as look at the elegant cut-glass ones
they keep up to Wallacetown. She don't eat a particle of breakfast, an'
she streaks off for a long walk every day, rain or shine, an' wants the
old tin tub carried in so's she can have a hot bath every single night,
besides takin' what she calls a 'cold sponge' when she gets up in the
mornin'--which ain't till nearly noon."
"Well, now, ain't all that strange! An' wouldn't I admire to see all them
elegant things! What board did you say she paid?"
"Twenty-five dollars a week for board an' washin' an' mendin'--just
think of it, Eliza! I feel like a robber, but she wouldn't hear of a cent
less. Howard wants I should save every penny, so's at least one of the
younger children can have more of an education than James an' Sally
an' Austin an' Ruth. I don't look at it that way--seems to me it ain't fair
to give one child more than another. I want to spruce up this place a
little, an' lay by to raise the mortgage if we can."
"Which way 've you decided?"
"We've kinder compromised. The house is goin' to be painted outside,
an' the kitchen done over. I've had the piano tuned for Molly
already--the poor child is plum crazy over music, but it's a long time
since I've seen the three dollars that I could hand over to a strange man
just for comin' an' makin' a lot of screechin' noises on it all day; an'
we're goin' to have a new carry-all to go to meetin' in--the old one is
fair fallin' to pieces. The rest of the money we're goin' to lay by, an' if it
keeps on comin' in, Thomas can go to the State Agricultural College in,
the fall, for a spell, anyway. We've told Sally that she can keep all she
earns for her weddin' things, too, as long as Mrs. Cary stays."
"My, she's a reg'lar goose layin' a golden egg for you, ain't she? Well, I
must be goin'; I'll be over again as soon as spring-cleanin' eases up a
little, but I'm terrible druv just now. Maybe next time I can see her."
"You an' Joe an' Fred all come to dinner on Sunday--then you will."

Mrs. Elliott accepted with alacrity; but alas, for the eager guests! when
Sunday came, Mrs. Cary had a severe headache and remained in bed all
day.
She was so "simple and gentle," as Mrs. Gray said, that it came as a
distinct shock when it was discovered that little as she talked, she
observed a great deal. Austin was the first member of the family to find
this out. All the others had gone to church, and he was lounging on the
porch one Sunday morning, when she came out of the house, supposing
that she was quite alone. On finding him there, she hesitated for a
minute, and then sat quietly down on the steps, made one or two
pleasant, commonplace remarks, and lapsed into silence, her chin
resting on her hands, looking out towards the barns. Her expression
was non-committal; but Austin's antagonistic spirit was quick to judge
it to be critical.
"I suppose you've travelled a good deal, besides living in New York,"
he said, in the bitter tone that was fast becoming his usual one.
"Yes, to a certain extent. I've been around the world once, and to
Europe several times, and I spent part of last winter South."
"How miserable and shabby this poverty-stricken place must look to
you!"
She raised her head and leaned back against a post, looking fixedly at
him for a minute. He was conscious, for the first time, that the pale face
was extremely lovely, that the great dark eyes were not gray, as he had
supposed, but a very deep blue, and that the slim throat and neck, left
bare by the V-cut dress, were the color of a white rose. A swift current
of feeling that he had never known before passed through him like an
electric shock, bringing him involuntarily to his feet, in time to hear her
say:
"It's shabby, but it isn't miserable. I don't believe any place is that,
where there's a family, and enough food to eat and wood to burn--if the
family is happy in itself. Besides, with two hours' work, and without
spending one cent, you could make it much less shabby than it is; and

by saving what you already have, you could stave off spending in the
future."
She pointed, as she spoke, to the cluttered yard before them, to the
unwashed wagons and rusty tools that had not been put away, to