Part 14 (1/2)

She laughed sweetly at him. ”And do you think wisdom stopped with that string of proverbs?”

”You can't get much beyond it,” he answered calmly. ”If we lived up to all there is in that list we shouldn't be far out, my dear!”

Whereat she laughed again smoothed his gray mane, and kissed him in the back of his neck. ”You _dear_ thing!” said Mrs. Bankside.

She kept herself busy with the new plaything as he called it. Hands that had been rather empty were now smoothly full. Her health was better, and any hint of occasional querulousness disappeared entirely; so that her husband was moved to fresh admiration of her sunny temper, and quoted for the hundredth time, ”'She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness.'”

Mrs. MacAvelly taught her to make towels. But Mrs. Bankside's skill outstripped hers; she showed inventive genius and designed patterns of her own. The fineness and quality of the work increased; and she joyfully replenished her linen chest with her own handiwork.

”I tell you, my dear,” said Mrs. MacAvelly, ”if you'd be willing to sell them you could get almost any price for those towels. With the initials woven in. I know I could get you orders--through the Woman's Exchange, you know!”

Mrs. Bankside was delighted. ”What fun!” she said. ”And I needn't appear at all?”

”No, you needn't appear at all--do let me try.”

So Mrs. Bankside made towels of price, soft, fine, and splendid, till she was weary of them; and in the opulence of constructive genius fell to devising woven belts of elaborate design.

These were admired excessively. All her women friends wanted one, or more; the Exchange got hold of it, there was a distinct demand; and finally Mrs. MacAvelly came in one day with a very important air and a special order.

”I don't know what you'll think, my dear,” she said, ”but I happen to know the Percy's very well--the big store people, you know; and Mr.

Percy was talking about those belts of yours to me;--of course he didn't know they are yours; but he said (the Exchange people told him I knew, you see) he said, 'If you can place an order with that woman, I can take all she'll make and pay her full price for them. Is she poor?' he asked. 'Is she dependent on her work?' And I told him, 'Not altogether.' And I think he thinks it an interesting case! Anyhow, there's the order. Will you do it?'

Mrs. Bankside was much excited. She wanted to very much, but dreaded offending her husband. So far she had not told him of her quiet trade in towels; but hid and saved this precious money--the first she had ever earned.

The two friends discussed the pros and cons at considerable length; and finally with some perturbation, she decided to accept the order.

”You'll never tell, Benigna!” she urged. ”Solomon would never forgive me, I'm afraid.”

”Why of course I won't--you needn't have a moment's fear of it. You give them to me--I'll stop with the carriage you see; and I take them to the Exchange--and he gets them from there.”

”It seems like smuggling!” said Mrs. Bankside delightedly. ”I always did love to smuggle!”

”They say women have no conscience about laws, don't they?” Mrs.

MacAvelly suggested.

”Why should we?” answered her friend. ”We don't make 'em--nor G.o.d--nor nature. Why on earth should we respect a set of silly rules made by some men one day and changed by some more the next?”

”Bless us, Polly! Do you talk to Mr. Bankside like that?”

”Indeed I don't!” answered her hostess, holding out a particularly beautiful star-patterned belt to show to advantage. ”There are lots of things I don't say to Mr. Bankside--'A man of understanding holdeth his peace' you know--or a woman.”

She was a pretty creature, her hair like that of a powdered marchioness, her rosy checks and firm slight figure suggesting a charmer in Dresden china.

Mrs. MacAvelly regarded her admiringly. ”'Where there is no wood the fire goeth out; so where there is no tale bearer the strife ceaseth,'”

she proudly offered, ”I can quote that much myself.”

But Mrs. Bankside had many misgivings as she pursued her audacious way; the busy hours flying away from her, and the always astonis.h.i.+ng checks flying toward her in gratifying acc.u.mulation. She came down to her well-planned dinners gracious and sweet; always effectively dressed; spent the cosy quiet evenings with her husband, or went out with him, with a manner of such increased tenderness and charm that his heart warmed anew to the wife of his youth; and he even relented a little toward her miscellaneous ancestors.