Why, when anything goes amiss, poor Veronica should be assumed as a matter of course to be in it, appears to me unjust."
"You are sure she's all right?" persisted Ethelbertha.
"Honest Injun--confound those children and their slang--I mean positively," I answered. The Little Mother looked relieved.
I told her all the trouble we had had in connection with the cow.
Her sympathies were chiefly with the cow. I told her I had hopes of Robina's developing into a sensible woman. We talked quite a deal about Robina. We agreed that between us we had accomplished something rather clever.
"I must get back as soon as I can," I said. "I don't want young Bute getting wrong ideas into his head."
"Who is young Bute?" she asked.
"The architect," I explained.
"I thought he was an old man," said Ethelbertha.
"Old Spreight is old enough," I said. "Young Bute is one of his young men; but he understands his work, and seems intelligent."
"What's he like?" she asked.
"Personally, an exceedingly nice young fellow. There's a good deal of sense in him. I like a boy who listens."
"Good-looking?" she asked.
"Not objectionably so," I replied. "A pleasant face--particularly when he smiles."
"Is he married?" she asked.
"Really, it did not occur to me to ask him," I admitted. "How curious you women are! No, I don't think so. I should say not."
"Why don't you think so?" she demanded.
"Oh, I don't know. He doesn't give you the idea of a married man.
You'll like him. Seems so fond of his sister."
"Shall we be seeing much of him?" she asked.
"A goodish deal," I answered. "I expect he will be going down on Monday. Very annoying, this stove business."
"What is the use of his being there without you?" Ethelbertha wanted to know.
"Oh, he'll potter round," I suggested, "and take measurements. **** will be about to explain things to him. Or, if he isn't, there's Robina--awkward thing is, Robina seems to have taken a dislike to him."
"Why has she taken a dislike to him?" asked Ethelbertha.
"Oh, because he mistook the back of the house for the front, or the front of the house for the back," I explained; "I forget which now.
Says it's his smile that irritates her. She owns herself there's no real reason."
"When will you be going down again?" Ethelbertha asked.
"On Thursday next," I told her; "stove or no stove."
She said she would come with me. She felt the change would do her good, and promised not to do anything when she got there. And then I told her all that I had done for ****.
"The ordinary farmer," I pointed out to her, "is so often a haphazard type of man with no ideas. If successful, it is by reason of a natural instinct which cannot be taught. St. Leonard has studied the theory of the thing. From him **** will learn all that can be learnt about farming. The selection, I felt, demanded careful judgment."
"But will **** stick to it?" Ethelbertha wondered.
"There, again," I pointed out to her, "the choice was one calling for exceptional foresight. The old man--as a matter of fact, he isn't old at all; can't be very much older than myself; I don't know why they all call him the old man--has formed a high opinion of ****.
His daughter told me so, and I have taken care to let **** know it.
The boy will not care to disappoint him. Her mother--"
"Whose mother?" interrupted Ethelbertha.
"Janie's mother, Mrs. St. Leonard," I explained. "She also has formed a good opinion of him. The children like him. Janie told me so."
"She seems to do a goodish deal of talking, this Miss Janie," remarked Ethelbertha.
"You will like her," I said. "She is a charming girl--so sensible, and good, and unselfish, and--"
"Who told you all this about her?" interrupted Ethelbertha.
"You can see it for yourself," I answered. "The mother appears to be a nonentity, and St. Leonard himself--well, he is not a business man.
It is Janie who manages everything--keeps everything going."
"What is she like?" asked Ethelbertha.
"I am telling you," I said. "She is so practical, and yet at the same time--"
"In appearance, I mean," explained Ethelbertha.
"How you women," I said, "do worry about mere looks! What does it matter? If you want to know, it is that sort of face that grows upon you. At first you do not notice how beautiful it is, but when you come to look into it--"
"And has she also formed a high opinion of ****?" interrupted Ethelbertha.
"She will be disappointed in him," I said, "if he does not work hard and stick to it. They will all be disappointed in him."
"What's it got to do with them?" demanded Ethelbertha.
"I'm not thinking about them," I said. "What I look at is--"
"I don't like her," said Ethelbertha. "I don't like any of them."
"But--" She didn't seem to be listening.
"I know that class of man," she said; "and the wife appears, if anything, to be worse. As for the girl--"
"When you come to know them--" I said.
She said she didn't want to know them. She wanted to go down on Monday, early.
I got her to see--it took some little time--the disadvantages of this. We should only be adding to Robina's troubles; and change of plan now would unsettle ****'s mind.
"He has promised to write me," I said, "and tell me the result of his first day's experience. Let us wait and hear what he says."
She said that whatever could have possessed her to let me take those poor unfortunate children away from her, and muddle up everything without her, was a mystery to herself. She hoped that, at least, I had done nothing irrevocable in the case of Veronica.
"Veronica," I said, "is really wishful, I think, to improve. I have bought her a donkey."
"A what?" exclaimed Ethelbertha.
"A donkey," I repeated. "The child took a fancy to it, and we all agreed it might help to steady her--give her a sense of responsibility."
"I somehow felt you hadn't overlooked Veronica," said Ethelbertha.
I thought it best to change the conversation. She seemed in a fretful mood.