Elliott--thank you for your sympathy."

Conversation languished. Austin, unseen by the miserable Thomas on the front seat, and unreproved by the weary and chilly Sylvia, "tucked the robe around her" and then, apparently, forgot to take his arm away.

Moreover, he searched in the darkness for her small, cold fingers, and gathered them into his free hand, which was warm and big and strong. As they neared the house, he spoke to her.

"The next time you want to go to "a show" I guess I"d better take you myself, after all," he whispered. "You"ll find a hot-water bag in your bed, and hot lemonade in the thermos bottle on the little table beside it. I put a small "stick" in it--oh, just a twig! And I"ve kept the kitchen fire up. The water in the tank"s almost boiling, if you happen to feel like a good tub--"

He helped her out, and held open the front door for her gravely. Then, closing it behind her, he turned to Thomas.

"You"d better run along, too," he said, with a slight drawl; "I"ll put the horse up."

"Oh, go to h.e.l.l!" sobbed Thomas.

CHAPTER XI

"So you refused Weston"s offer of three hundred dollars for Frieda?"

"Yes, father. Do you think I was wrong?"

"Well, I don"t know. That"s a good deal of money, Austin."

"I know, but think what she cost to import, and the record she"s making!

I told him he might have two of the brand-new bull calves at seventy-five apiece."

"What did he say?"

"Jumped at the chance. He"s coming _for_ the calves, and _with_ the cash early to-morrow morning. I said he might have a look at Dorothy, too.

Peter thinks she isn"t quite up to our standard, and I"m inclined to agree with him, though I imagine his opinion is based partly on the fact that she"s a Jersey! If Weston will give three hundred for _her_, right on the spot, I think we"d better let her go."

"Did you do any other special business in Wallacetown?"

"I took ten dozen more eggs to Ha.s.san"s Grocery, and he paid me for the last two months. Thirty dollars. Pretty good, but we ought to do better yet, though, of course, we eat a great many ourselves. How"s the tax a.s.sessing coming along? I suppose you"ve been out all day, too."

"Yes. I"m so green at it I find it rather hard work. It"s hard luck that both of the listers should be sick just now, though in New Hampshire the selectmen always have to do the a.s.sessing. But I"ve had some funny experiences to-day. I found one woman terribly distressed because her husband wasn"t at home. "He waited "round all yesterday afternoon for you, thinkin" you"d probably be here," she said, "but he"s gone to White Water to-day." "Well," I said, "let"s see if we can"t get along just as well without him. Have you a horse?" "Yes, but he"s over age--he can"t be taxed." "Any cows?" "Just two heifers--they"re too young." "Any money on deposit?" "Lord, no!" "Then there"s only the poll-tax?" I suggested.

"Bless you, he"s seventy-six years old--there ain"t no poll-tax!" she rejoined. And the long and short of it was that they weren"t taxable for a single thing!"

Austin laughed. "How much longer are you going to be at this, father?" he asked, as he turned to go away.

"All through April, I"m afraid. I"m sorry it makes things so much harder for you on the farm, Austin, but it means three dollars a day. I"m so glad Katherine and Edith could go on the high school trip to Washington--your mother had her first letter this noon. You"ll want to read it--they"re having a wonderful time. I"m trying to figure out whether we can possibly let Katherine go to Wellesley next year. She"s got her heart just set on it, and Edith seems perfectly willing to stay at home, so we shan"t be put to any extra expense for her."

"I guess when the time comes we can find a way to help Katherine if she helps herself as much as Thomas and Molly are doing. By the way, has it occurred to you that there may be some reason for Edith"s sudden turn towards domesticity?"

"Why, no--what do you mean?"

"Peter."

"Peter!" echoed Mr. Gray, aghast; "why the child isn"t seventeen yet, and he can"t be more than a couple of years older!"

"I know. But such things do sometimes happen."

"You don"t consider Peter a suitable match for one of your sisters?" went on the horrified father; "why, she"s oceans above him."

"Any farther than Sylvia is above Thomas? You seem to be taking that rather hard."

For Thomas, in spite of Austin"s warnings, and his chastening experience on the night of the expedition to the Moving-Picture Palace, had broken bounds again and openly declared himself. Sylvia, who already reproached herself for her ill-temper on that occasion, was very kind and very sweet, and had the tact and wisdom not to treat the matter as a joke; but she was as definite and firm in her "no" as she was considerate in the way she put it. Thomas was as usual quite unable to conceal his feelings, and his parents were grieving for him almost as much as he was for himself, although they had never expected any other outcome to his first love-affair, and were somewhat amazed at his presumption.

"You never thought of this yourself," went on the bewildered parent, ignoring Austin"s last remark, feeling that his children were treating him most unfairly by indulging in so many affairs of the heart which could not possibly have a fortunate outcome. "_I_ haven"t noticed a thing, and I"m sure your mother hasn"t, or she would have spoken about it to me. Why, Edith"s hardly out of her cradle."

"It would take a pretty flexible cradle to hold Edith nowadays," returned Austin dryly; "she"s running around all over the countryside, and she has more partners at a dance than all the other girls put together. She isn"t as nice as Molly, or half so interesting as Katherine, but she has a little way with her that--well, I don"t know just _what_ it is, but I see the attraction myself. I thought I"d tell you so that if you didn"t like it, we could try to scrimp a little harder, and send her off for a year or so, too--she never could get into college, but she might go to some school of Domestic Science. No--I didn"t notice Peter"s state of mind myself at first."

"Sylvia!" said his father sharply. "She didn"t approve, of course."

"On the contrary, very highly. She says that the sooner a girl of Edith"s type is married--to the right sort of a man, of course--the better, and I"m inclined to think that she"s right. Then she pointed out that Peter had gone doggedly to school all winter, struggling with a foreign language, and enduring the gibes he gets from being in a cla.s.s with boys much younger than himself, with very good grace. She mentioned how faithful and competent he was in his work, and how interested in it; asked if I had noticed the excellency of his handwriting, his accounts--and his manners! And finally she said that a boy who would promise his mother to go to church once a fortnight at least, and keep the promise, was doing pretty well."

"Speaking of church," said Mr. Gray uneasily, as if forced to agree with all Austin said, yet anxious to change the subject, "Mr. Jessup is calling. He comes pretty frequently."

"Yes--I had noticed _that_ for myself! I don"t think Sylvia particularly likes it."

"Then I imagine she can stop it without much outside help," said his father, somewhat ruefully. "Well, we must get to work, and not sit here talking all the rest of the afternoon--not that there"s so very much afternoon left! What are you going to do next, Austin?"

"Change my clothes, and then start burning the rubbish-pile--there"s a good moon, so I can finish it after the milking"s done."

"That means you"ll be up until midnight--and you were out in the barn at five!" exclaimed Mr. Gray. "I don"t see where you get all your energy."

"From ambition!" laughed Austin, starting away. "This is going to be the finest farm in the county again, if I have anything to do about it." As he entered the house, and went through the hall, he could hear voices in Sylvia"s parlor, and though the door was ajar, he went past it, contrary to his custom. His father was right. If she did not like the minister"s visits, she was quite competent to stop them without outside help. Was it possible--_could_ it be?--that she _did_ like them? He flung off his business clothes and got into his overalls with a sort of savage haste--after all, what difference ought it to make to him whether she liked them or not? She was going away almost immediately, would inevitably marry some one before very long, Mr. Jessup at least held a dignified position and possessed a good education, and if she married him, she would come back to Hamstead, they could see her once in a while--Having tried to comfort himself with these cheering reflections, he started down the stairs, inwardly cursing. Then he heard something which made him stop short.

"Please go away," Sylvia was saying, in the low, penetrating voice he knew so well, "and I think it would be better if you didn"t come any more. How dare you speak to me like that! And how can a clergyman so lose his sense of dignity as to behave like any common fortune-hunter?"

Austin pushed open the door without stopping to knock, and walked in.

"Good-afternoon, Mr. Jessup," he said coolly, "my father told me we were having the pleasure of a call from you. I"m just going out to milk--won"t you come with me, and see the cattle? They"re really a fine sight, tied up ready for the night."

Mr. Jessup picked up his hat, and Austin held the door open for him to pa.s.s out, leaving Sylvia standing, an erect, scornful little black figure, with very red cheeks, her angry eyes growing rapidly soft as she looked straight past the minister at Austin.

The results of Mr. Jessup"s visit were several. The most immediate one was that Austin"s work was so delayed by the interruption it received that it was nearly nine o"clock before he was able to start his bonfire.

Thomas joined him, but after an hour declared he was too sleepy to work another minute, and strolled off to bed. Austin"s next visitor was his father, who merely came to see how things were getting along and to say good-night. And finally, when he had settled down to a period of laborious solitude, he was amazed to see Sylvia open and shut the front door very quietly, and come towards him in the moonlight, carrying a white bundle so large that she could hardly manage it.

"For Heaven"s sake!" he exclaimed, hurrying to help her, "you ought to have been asleep hours ago! What have you got here?"

"Something to add to your bonfire," she said savagely, and as he took the great package from her, the white wrapping fell open, showing the contents to be inky black. "All the crepe I own! I won"t wear it another day! I"ve been respectful to death--even if I couldn"t be to the dead--and to convention long enough. I"ve swathed myself in that stuff for nearly fifteen months! I won"t be such a hypocrite as to wear it another day! And if Thomas--and--and--Mr. Jessup and--and everybody--are going to pester the life out of me, I might just as well be in New York as here. I"m glad I"m going away."

"No one else is going to pester you," said Austin quietly, "and they won"t any more. But you"ll have a good time in New York--I think it"s fine that you"re going." He tossed the bundle into the very midst of the burning pile, and tried to speak lightly, pretending not to notice the excitement of her manner and the undried tears on her flushed cheeks. "I think you"re just right about that stuff, too. Will this mean all sorts of fluffy pink and blue things, like what Flora Little wears? I should think you would look great in them!"

"No--but it means lots and lots of pure white dresses and plain black suits and hats, without any crepe. Then in the fall, lavender, and gray, and so on."

"I see--a gradual improvement. Won"t you sit down a few minutes? It"s a wonderful night."