Part 23 (2/2)
Hetty did not answer. She stood there, her hands trembling underneath her shawl. She gripped them, one upon the other, to keep from stretching them for alms.
”Well,” she answered harshly. ”Well!”
”Well,” said Lucy gently, ”that's all.”
Hetty laughed out stridently.
”I'm goin' over to Mis' Flood's,” said she, her hand upon the latch.
”They've driv' over to Fairfax to spend the day,” volunteered Caroline.
”Better by half set here.”
”Then I'm goin' over to Ballard's.” She fled down the road so fast that Caroline, watching her compa.s.sionately, remarked that she ”looked, as if she's sent for,” and Lucy said, like a charm, a phrase of the Lord's Prayer.
Hetty looked up at the Floods' and groaned, remembering there were plants within. She spoke aloud, satirically:--
”Mebbe I could be the instrument o' the Lord. Mebbe if I climbed into the winder, an' stole a bloom, I could say He give it to me.”
But she went on, and hurried up the path to the little one-story house where the Ballards lived. Grandsir was by the fire, pounding walnuts in a little wooden mortar, to make a paste for his toothless jaws, and little 'Melia, a bowl of nuts before her, sat in a high chair at the table, lost in reckless greed. Her doll, forgotten, lay across a corner of the table, in limp abandon, the b.u.t.tonholed eyes staring nowhere.
Grandsir spoke wheezingly:--
”We're keepin' house, 'Melia an' me. We thought we'd crack us a few nuts. Help yourself, Hetty.”
'Melia lifted her bowl with two fat hands, and held it out, tiltingly.
Her round blue eyes shone in a painstaking hospitality. She was a good little 'Melia.
”No, dear, you set it down. I don't want none,” said Hetty tenderly. She steadied the bowl on its way back, and 'Melia, relinquis.h.i.+ng the claims of entertainment, picked into her small mouth with a swift avidity.
”Clever little creatur'!” Hetty continued, in a frank aside.
But Grandsir had not heard.
”How old was Willard?” he inquired, pausing to test the ma.s.s his mortar held.
The tears came into her eyes.
”Thirty-four,” she answered.
”How old?”
After she had repeated it, 'Melia turned suddenly, and made a solemn statement.
”I picked off my gloxinias and gave 'em all to Willard.” She lisped on the name, and made it a funny flower.
Hetty was trembling.
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