"Thanks. I"ll try not to. Have I your full permission to try my hand and see?"

"You certainly have."

"Is there some boy in the village I could hire to do the first heavy work and the mowing, and pull up the weeds from time to time if they get ahead of me?"

Howard Gray leaned on his hoe. "You don"t need to hire a boy," he said gravely; "we"ll be only too glad to help you all you need."

"Thank you. But, you see, you"ve got too much to do already, and I can"t add to your burdens, or feel free to ask favors, unless you"ll let me do it in a business way."

Mr. Gray turned his hoe over, and began to hack at the ground. "I see how you feel," he began, "but--"

"If Thomas could do it evenings, at whatever the rate is around here by the hour, I should be very glad. If not, please find me a boy."

"She has a way of saying things," explained Howard Gray, who had faltered along in a state of dreary indecision for nearly sixty years, in telling his wife about it afterwards,--"as if they were all settled already. What could I say, but "Yes, Mrs. Cary"? And then she went on, as cool as a cuc.u.mber, "As long as you"ve got an extra stall, may I send for one of my horses? The usual board around here is five dollars a week, isn"t it?" And what could I say again but "Yes, Mrs. Cary"? though you may believe I fairly itched to ask, "Send _where_?" and, "For the love of Heaven, how _many_ horses have you?""

"I could stand her actin" as if things was all settled," replied his wife; "I like to see folks up an" comin", even if I ain"t made that way myself, an" it"s a satisfaction to me to see the poor child kinder pickin" up an" takin" notice again; but what beats me is, she acts as if all these things were special favors to _her_! The garden an" the horse is all very well, but what do you think she lit into me to-day for?

"You"ll let me stay all summer, won"t you, Mrs. Gray?" she said, comin"

into the kitchen, where I was ironin" away for dear life, liftin" a pile of sheets off a chair, an" settlin" down, comfortable-like. "Bless your heart, you can stay forever, as far as I"m concerned," says I. "Well, perhaps I will," says she, leanin" back an" laughin"--she"s got a sweet-pretty laugh, hev you noticed, Howard?--"and so you won"t think I"m fault-findin" or discontented if I suggest a few little changes I"d like to make around, will you? I know it"s awfully bold, in another person"s house--an" such a _lovely_ house, too, but--""

"Well?" demanded her husband, as she paused for breath.

"Well, Howard Gray, the first of them little changes is to be a great big piazza, to go across the whole front of the house! "The kitchen porch is so small an" crowded," says she, "an" you can"t see the river from there; I want a place to sit out evenings. Can"t I have the fireplaces in my rooms unbricked," she went on, "an" the rooms re-papered an" painted?

An", oh,--I"ve never lived in a house where there wasn"t a bathroom before, an" I want to make that big closet with a window off my bedroom into one. We"ll have a door cut through it into the hall, too," says she, "an" isn"t there a closet just like it overhead? If we can get a plumber here--they"re such slippery customers--he might as well put in two bathrooms as one, while he"s about it, an" you shan"t do my great washin"s any more without some good set-tubs. An" Mrs. Gray, kerosene lamps do heat up the rooms so in summer,--if there"s an electrician anywhere around here--" "Mrs. Cary," says I, "you"re an angel right out of Heaven, but we can"t accept all this from you. It means two thousand dollars, straight." "About what I should pay in two months for my living expenses anywhere else," says she. "Favors! It"s you who are kind to let me stay here, an" not mind my tearin" your house all to pieces. Thomas is goin" to drive me up to Wallacetown this evenin" to see if we can find some mechanics"; an" she got up, an" kissed me, an" strolled off."

"Thomas thinks she"s the eighth wonder of the world," said his father; "she can just wind him around her little finger."

"She"s windin" us all," replied his wife, "an" we"re standin"

grateful-like, waitin" to be wound."

"That"s so--all except Austin. Austin"s mad as a hatter at what she got him to do Sunday morning; he doesn"t like her, Mary."

"Humph!" said his wife.

CHAPTER III

"Good-bye, Mrs. Gray, I"m going for a ride."

"Good-bye, dearie; sure it ain"t too hot?"

"Not a bit; it"s rained so hard all this week that I haven"t had a bit of exercise, and I"m getting cross."

"Cross! I"d like to see you once! It still looks kinder thunderous to me off in the West, so don"t go far."

"I won"t, I promise; I"ll be back by supper-time. There"s Austin, just up from the hayfield--I"ll get him to saddle for me." And Sylvia ran quickly towards the barn.

"You don"t mean to say you"re going out this torrid day?" he demanded, lifting his head from the tin bucket in which he had submerged it as she voiced her request, and eyeing her black linen habit with disfavor.

"It"s no hotter on the highroad than in the hayfield."

"Very true; but I have to go, and you don"t. Being one of the favored few of this earth, there"s no reason why you shouldn"t sit on a shady porch all day, dressed in cool, pale-green muslin, and sipping iced drinks."

"Did you ever see me in a green muslin? I"ll saddle Dolly myself, if you don"t feel like it."

She spoke very quietly, but the immediate consciousness of his stupid break did not improve Austin"s bad temper.

"Oh, I"ll saddle for you, but the heat aside, I think you ought to understand that it isn"t best for a woman to ride about on these lonely roads by herself. It was different a few years ago; but now, with all these Italian and Portuguese laborers around, it"s a different story. I think you"d better stay at home."

The unwarranted and dictatorial tone of the last sentence spoiled the speech, which might otherwise, in spite of the surly manner in which it was uttered, have pa.s.sed for an expression of solicitude. Sylvia, who was as headstrong as she was amiable, gathered up her reins quickly.

"By what right do you consider yourself in a position to dictate to me?"

she demanded.

"By none at all; but it"s only decent to tell you the risk you"re running; now if you come to grief, I certainly shan"t feel sorry."

"From your usual behavior, I shouldn"t have supposed you would, anyway.

Good-bye, Austin."

"Good-bye, Mrs. Cary."

"Why don"t you call me Sylvia, as all the rest do?"

"It"s not fitting."

"More dictation as to propriety! Well, as you please."

He watched her ride up the hill, almost with a feeling of satisfaction at having antagonized and hurt her, then turned to unharness and water his horses. He knew very well that his own behavior was the only blot on a summer, which but for that would have been almost perfect for every other member of the family, and yet he made no effort to alter it. In fact, only a few days before, his sullen resentment of the manner in which their long-prayed-for change of fortune had come had very nearly resulted disastrously for them all, and the more he brooded over it, the more sore and bitter he became.

By the first of August, the "Gray Homestead" had regained the proud distinction, which it had enjoyed in the days of its builder, of being one of the finest in the county. The house, with its wide and hospitable piazza, shone with white paint; the disorderly yard had become a smooth lawn; a flower-garden, riotous with color, stretched out towards the river, and the "back porch" was concealed with growing vines. Only the barns, which afforded Sylvia no reasonable excuse for meddling, remained as before, unsightly and dilapidated. Thomas, the practical farmer, had lamented this as he and Austin sat smoking their pipes one sultry evening after supper.

"Perhaps our credit has improved enough now so that we could borrow some money at the Wallacetown Bank," he said earnestly, "and if you and father weren"t so averse to taking that good offer Weston made you last week for the south meadow, we"d have almost enough to rebuild, anyway. It"s all very well to have this pride in "keeping the whole farm just as grandfather left it to us," but if we could sell part and take care of the rest properly, it would be a darned sight better business."

"Why don"t you ask your precious Mrs. Cary for the money? She"d probably give it to you outright, same as she has for the house, and save you all that bother."

"Look here!" Thomas swung around sharply, laying a heavy hand on his brother"s arm; "when you talk about her, you won"t use that tone, if I know it."

Austin shrugged his shoulders. "Why shouldn"t I? What do you know about her that justifies you in resenting it? Nothing, absolutely nothing!

She"s been here four months, and none of us have any idea to this day where she comes from, or where all this money comes from. Ask her, if you dare to."

He got no further, for Thomas, always the mildest of lads, struck him on the mouth so violently that he tottered backwards, and in doing so, fell straight under the feet of Sylvia, who stood in the doorway watching them, as if rooted to the spot, her blue eyes full of tears, and her face as white as when she had first come to them.

"Thomas, how _could_ you?" she cried. "Can"t you understand Austin at all, and make allowances? And, oh, Austin, how could _you_? Both of you? please forgive me for overhearing--I couldn"t help it!" And she was gone.

Thomas was on his feet and after her in a second, but the was too quick for him; her sitting-room door was locked before he reached it, and repeated knocking and calling brought no answer. Mr. and Mrs. Gray, who slept in the chamber opening from the dining-room, and back of Sylvia"s, reported the next morning that something must be troubling the "blessed girl," for they had heard soft sobbing far into the night; but, after all, that had happened before, and was to be expected from one "whose heart was buried in the grave." Their sons made no comment, but both were immeasurably relieved when, after an entire day spent in her room, during which each, in his own way, had suffered intensely, she reappeared at supper as if nothing had happened. It was a glorious night, and she suggested, as she left the table, that Thomas might take her for a short paddle, a canoe being among the many things which had been gradually arriving for her all summer. Molly and Edith went with them, and Austin smoked alone with his bitter reflections.