Part 11 (2/2)

”No meat, child? You must be mistaken. We ate only a small part of yesterday's leg.”

”Oh! ma'am,” exclaimed the nurse, dropping the scissors suddenly, and looking somewhat guilty, ”I quite forgot, ma'am, to say that master, before he left this morning, and while you was asleep, ma'am, ordered me to give all the meat we had in the house to Scholtz, as he was to be away four or five days, and would require it all, so I gave him the leg that was hanging up in the larder, and master himself took the remains of yesterday's leg, bidding me be sure to tell George to kill a sheep and have meat ready for dinner.”

”Oh, well, it doesn't matter,” said Mrs Brook; ”we shall just have to wait a little longer.”

Nurse looked strangely remorseful.

”But, ma'am--” she said, and paused.

”Well, nurse!”

”I forgot, ma'am--indeed I did--to tell George to kill a sheep.”

Mrs Brook's hands and work fell on her lap, and she looked from Mrs Scholtz to her visitor, and from her to the anxious Gertie, without speaking.

”Why, what's the matter?” asked Mrs Merton.

”My dear,” replied Mrs Brook, with a touch of solemnity, ”George Dally, our man, asked me this morning if he might go into the bush to cut rafters for the new kitchen, and I gave him leave, knowing nothing of what arrangements had been made before--and--and--in short, there's not a man on the place, and--there's nothing to eat.”

The four females looked at each other in blank silence for a few seconds, as the full significance of their circ.u.mstances became quite clear to them.

Mrs Merton was the first to recover.

”Now,” said she, while the Spartanic elements of her nature became intensified, ”we must rise to this occasion like true women; we must prove ourselves to be not altogether dependent on man; we must face the difficulty, sink the natural tenderness of our s.e.x, and--and--kill a sheep!”

She laid down the crackers on the table with an air of resolution, and rose to put her fell intent in execution.

But the carrying out of her plan was not so easy as the good lady had, at the first blush of the thing, imagined it would be. In the first place, like other heroes and heroines, she experienced the enervating effects of opposition and vacillating purpose in others.

”You must all help me,” she said, with the air of a commander-in-chief.

”Help you to kill a sheep, ma'am?” said Mrs Scholtz, with a shudder, ”I'll die first! I couldn't do it, and I wouldn't, for my weight in gold.”

Notwithstanding the vehemence of her protestation, the nurse stood by and listened while the other conspirators talked in subdued tones, and with horrified looks, of the details of the contemplated murder.

”I never even saw the dreadful deed done,” said Mrs Brook, becoming pale as she thought of it.

”Oh, mamma! much better go without meat; we could dine on cakes,”

suggested Gertie.

”But my love, there is not a cake or an ounce of flour in the house.”

”Women!” exclaimed Mrs Merton severely, ”we must rise to the occasion.

I am hungry _now_, and it is not yet noon; what will be our condition if we wait till night for our dinner?”

This was a home-thrust. The conspirators shuddered and agreed to do the deed. Gertie, in virtue of her youth, was exempted from taking any active part, but an unaccountable fascination constrained her to follow and be a witness--in short, an accomplice.

”Do you know where--where--the _knife_ is kept?” asked Mrs Merton.

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