Part 23 (1/2)
This appeared to be a good idea, and the three adopted it at once, although all believed it must be several hours before Jack would be called upon to harness the horses.
In the kitchen the deformed boy, with a heart so heavy it seemed as if he could never smile again, waited patiently until a bustle from the ”fore-room” told that the guests were making preparations to discuss Aunt Nancy's supper.
”They are getting ready to come,” the little woman said excitedly, as she entered the kitchen hurriedly. ”Help me fill these plates with biscuit, and then cover the rest over and leave them in the oven till they are needed. I was afraid I should have bad luck with my bread; but it seems to be all right.”
”Them biscuit couldn't be better if the Queen of England had made 'em,”
Jack replied emphatically.
”I'm sure I don't know what kind of a breadmaker she may be; but I wouldn't like to have it said that even a queen could do better than I, taking it the whole year through, an' allowing for the trouble that yeast will sometimes cause.”
Aunt Nancy was ready to go into the main kitchen, which on this occasion had been converted into a dining-room, and Jack followed close behind with his hands full of plates.
It so chanced that the guests had not waited to be summoned, but came from the ”fore-room” under the pretence of a.s.sisting the little woman, and Jack, who was walking quite rapidly, intent only on carrying the dishes without accident, ran directly into Mrs. Souders.
That lady had never been celebrated for curbing her temper, and to-day she appeared to be in a very ill-humor, probably because of something which may have been said by her friends in the ”fore-room.”
Therefore, instead of treating the matter as an accident, and acknowledging she had no business to be standing in the way of those who were working, she wheeled suddenly and gave the cripple a resounding blow on the ear, which sent him headlong, scattering plates and biscuit in every direction.
”You little beggar!” she screamed, as her face grew crimson with rage.
”I didn't come here to have any of your low tricks played on me. If Nancy Curtis hasn't got spirit enough to give you a lesson, I'll do it myself.”
She stepped quickly toward poor Jack, who stood silent and motionless surveying the wreck of Aunt Nancy's best crockery, never for a moment thinking the guest had any idea of inflicting further punishment, and seized him by the coat collar.
Jack involuntarily threw up his arm to ward off the blow; but the heavy hand descended twice in rapid succession, and then it was grasped from behind as the little woman's voice, trembling with suppressed rage, was heard,--
”Sarah Souders, aren't you ashamed to strike a cripple?”
”Indeed I'm not when it is one like this, whose place is at the poor farm rather than in decent people's houses”; and the lady would have repeated the blow but for the fact that Aunt Nancy clung to her with nervous desperation.
”Don't you _dare_ strike that child again, Sarah Souders!” she cried. ”I am trying hard to rule my spirit, but the struggle may be too much for my strength, and then I shall say that which would make me sorry afterward.”
”You should be sorry now when you reject the advice of your best friends,” Mrs. Souders replied; but she released her hold of Jack's collar, and he began gathering up the fragments of crockery and bread.
”If you mean that I ought to throw these children, who have made my life happier than it has been for many years, out on to a world of such hard-hearted people as you, then it is time you tried to understand the meaning of the word 'charity,'” the little woman said with a slight tremor of the voice as she stepped back a few paces from her angry guest. ”The fault was yours, so far as his running into you was concerned. He was doing his work, and you were in his way.”
”I didn't suppose your foolishness had gone so far that you would uphold the crooked little beggar when he deliberately insults one who has been your best friend.”
”He had no intention of insulting you, and I do not want him called a beggar, for he isn't. Even though he was, I have yet to learn that poverty is a crime.”
”I see plainly this is no place for me. The most you can do now is to turn me out of doors.”
”I do not wish to do anything of the kind, but feel called upon to advise that you think the matter over before speaking again.”
”That is sufficient, Nancy Curtis, quite sufficient. Jane Hayes, will you go with me, or do you prefer to remain?”
”I shall stay here,” Mrs. Hayes replied; and with a fling of her skirts, which was probably intended to express both indignation and injury received, Mrs. Souders sailed out of the room.