The Green Dolphin
as a whip.” For the first time she hesitated and nervously fingered
the hem of her apron. “In fact, she’s comin’ down to see me today. I
thought I might’s well look her over. It commits me to nothin’.”
“Humph!” By this time, Asaph told himself, he ought to understand
Althea’s methods and cease to be surprised by her quiet way of carrying
her point. Yet every time she confronted him with her perfected plans
he was equally taken aback.
“Yes, she’s comin’ down from Brockton today,” his wife repeated.
“I don’t see why you troubled to ask me about havin’ her, then.”
“Now, Asaph, don’t be silly. I ain’t hired her.”
“N----o.”
“Then why get so uppish?”
“I ain’t uppish. I was just-- Is this her stoppin’ at the gate?”
“Mercy on us! I believe it must be. Well, I certainly didn’t bank on
her puttin’ in her appearance so early in the day. The whole place
looks as if it had been struck by lightnin’. However, if she’s comin’
here to live she may’s well see us as we are.”
She bustled to the window and peeped out through the closed blinds.
“Kinder perky an’ independent lookin’,” murmured she in accents colored
with faint disappointment. “Still, looks are often deceivin’. Yes,
marm, this is the Green Dolphin an’ I’m Mrs. Holmes. Come right in,
won’t you? We ain’t very tidy round here yet ’cause I ain’t got the
breakfast dishes washed up. You know how ’tis.”
If the sharp-eyed individual in the much-furbelowed hat and gown knew,
at least no sympathetic gleam from her countenance evinced the fact.
It was a hard face framed in the blackest of hair and adorned with an
inquisitive nose and a mouth that came together with the precision of
the slot in a penny bank.
Having swept a comprehensive glance over the interior of the room and
its occupants she turned with businesslike directness to Althea.
“There are just the two of you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’d want me to cook your meals?”
“Oh, I’d help. You see--”
“Your husband has his dinners at home?”
“Yes. We--”
“Cookin’ for two ain’t much when there’s no children,” announced the
woman as if thinking aloud. “I could give you your breakfast at eight.
That wouldn’t get me up early an’ yet, with dinner at one, would leave
me a nice long morning for work. There’d be a hot meal with meat,
vegetables an’ puddin’, I s’pose; or maybe pie. I never eat fish.
Supper you could have about five. Then I’d get everything washed up in
time to go to the movies. I s’pose there’s a picture show in town.”
“There’s one at Sawyer’s Falls; but--”
“How far’s that?”
“Six miles.”
“Humph! It might be nearer. Still, maybe I could manage. Have you got a
car?”
“No.”
“But there must be some way of gettin’ over there in the evening. Ain’t
there a bus?”
“A six-seated barge goes to the Falls every night with the mail.”
“That would do,” broke in the visitor taking up the thread of her
conversation. “Sundays I’d want off so I could go up to Brockton and
see my brother’s family. However, that wouldn’t interfere with you
much, for I’d cook you some beans an’ brown bread before leaving and
you could heat ’em up. Other days I’d be on hand to turn off the
morning’s work. I make it a rule never to do anything afternoons--I
rest--read, write or take a nap. There,” concluded she with a swift
nod, “I guess everythin’s settled. It looks as if we’d get on splendid
together. I can start right in Monday an’ my wages will be--”
Asaph, who was lounging against the frame of the door regarding the
stranger with a smile of quiet amusement, broke in upon her torrent of
words.
“Say,” demanded he in a slow, drawling voice, “just what gave you the
notion we’d get on splendid together?”
“Why--”
“An’ made you so sure we’d want you to start in Monday mornin’?”
“I understood from Mrs. Tyler--”
“An’ what led you to imagine we’d fall in with the schedule you’ve just
set forth?”
Spellbound with amazement the woman subsided into silence.
“We don’t want our breakfast at eight o’clock,” went on Asaph. “We have
it at six every mornin’ of our lives. Dinner’s at twelve, not one.
Supper’s a sort of no-account meal an’ comes at all kinds of hours,
bein’ made up chiefly of what’s left over from the Dolphin. As for your
readin’ an’ sleepin’ afternoons, you don’t appear to be aware my wife’s
runnin’ a tea-room an’--”
“Asaph!” ejaculated the astounded Althea.
“Well, why don’t you tell her somethin’ before she moves in bag an’
baggage an’ gets her trunk unpacked?”
“I was goin’ to soon’s I could get a chance. But I couldn’t get a word
in edgewise.”
With snapping eyes the woman sprang indignantly to her feet.
“I didn’t understand from your sister, Mrs. Holmes, that I was expected
to have anything to do with the tea doings.”
“Bless your heart, it’s because of the Dolphin we’re hirin’ help,”
explained Asaph.
“In that case I wouldn’t consider the position--not for a moment. I
couldn’t think of drudging round both morning and afternoon. Besides,
the tea would be liable to drag on and make me out late evenings.”
“You couldn’t go out evenings,” said Althea. “Often the cups an’
saucers ain’t washed before eight or nine o’clock.”
As the stranger tossed her head a large jet ornament on her hat tinkled
through the stillness.
“I wouldn’t take the place on any account,” repeated she, moving toward
the door. “Mrs. Tyler gave me the wrong impression altogether. She told
me--”
Whatever the picture the unfortunate Sarah had painted the black-haired
creature in the jangling bonnet was evidently too deeply incensed to
tarry and re-sketch it. Instead, muttering to herself, she sailed out
of the house and down the clam-shell path like a frigate-of-war with
steam up and every gun charged.
“My soul!” gasped Althea, crumpling weakly into a chair.
“Wouldn’t you know Sarah’d send you some half-cocked critter like
that?” stormed Asaph. “Prob’ly she didn’t even explain what was wanted,
but just aimed the hussy down here all unprimed an’ knowin’ nothin’.
Sarah’s that impractical she wouldn’t think farther’n her nose. Even
if the jade was good lookin’--”
“I didn’t consider her good lookin’.”
“I said even if she was,” repeated Asaph, carefully.
“She was a pert, insultin’, lazy upstart, if you want to know my
opinion of her,” his wife frowned.
“I wouldn’t have her in the house for no money.”
“Nor I!”
A pause fell between them.
“Well, that’s that!” acclaimed Asaph at last. “Now what are you goin’
to do?”
“Try the other one.”
“Try the--eh?” stupidly.
“Try another woman I’ve got track of, one from down the Cape,”
elucidated Althea.
Too dumbfounded to speak the man stared at her a full minute.
“Where’d you run afoul of her?” he inquired when he had got his breath.
“Through the fish-man. It’s always as well to have two strings to your
bow, to my way of thinkin’; so one day when he was here I asked him did
he know of anyone I could get in case it come to my hirin’ somebody,
an’ he told me of a Miss Rebecca Crosby, who, he vowed, was a treasure.
He said if he could snap her up before other folks did we’d be the
luckiest of mortals. ’Pears the brother she’s been keepin’ house for
has recently died an’ left her without a home. She ain’t ever worked
out before an’ wouldn’t be doin’ it now but for circumstances. ’Course
she ain’t up in city ways--wouldn’t know nothin’ about afternoon tea,
for instance; but he assured me she was willin’ an’ agreeable an’ that
counts for a lot.”
“From the sound I’d a hundred times rather have her than that Jezebel
of Sarah’s.”
“So would I. I reckon she’s more our kind. I’ll drop a line to Enoch
an’ tell him to bring her to see me the next trip he makes.”
As a result when the altruistic Enoch next made his rounds, in company
with him and the cod and cunners came Rebecca Crosby, and she never
went hither. One glance from Althea’s discerning eye was enough.
“She’s just the comfortable sort I shall admire to have round,”
confided she to her husband. “Had I scoured the length an’ breadth of
the Cape I couldn’t ’a’ found a woman more to my likin’. She actually
seems made a-purpose for us. Moreover, she’s full as pleased with the
idea of comin’ as I am with havin’ her. Wages are of less account in
her estimation than the securin’ of a good home, an’ we certainly can
give her that.”
Asaph fingered the chain of his big silver watch.
“You don’t think you’re rushin’ in a mite hurriedly, do you?” he mildly
suggested.
“No!” was the assured answer. “I know what I want when I see it. It
don’t take me long to make up my mind. In my opinion we’re blest of
heaven to get such a person. You’ll be sayin’ so yourself before the
week is out.”
Daring as was the prophecy, it was not a whit too sanguine, for the
span of days Althea had set apart had not passed ere Asaph was joining
with his better half and chanting the praises of Rebecca. That a
stranger could enter their doors and so speedily adapt herself to the
new environment seemed incredible. Without a vestige of intrusiveness
her quick intelligence fathomed the ins and outs not only of the
Holmes’s menage, but of its master and mistress. Her enjoyment of
harmless gossip delighted Althea as did also her interest in the
fashions and her feminine pleasure in a romance. Ah, here was a
companion after her own heart! Together they chatted of love affairs
and hair dressing; of ailments and crocheted lace; and while they
compared notes the routine of the Dolphin slipped lightly and airily
along.
Nor were Rebecca’s talents exhausted in cake and sandwich making. In
the remote days of her youth she had taught school, and in consequence
an alert, well-ordered mind stored with much of lasting value had been
bequeathed her. Hence she was able to discuss with Asaph, Webster,
Clay, and Jefferson, and touch his books with a hand as reverent as
his own. As for flowers--why, she had always grown them, she modestly
confessed.
Incidentally, with unobtrusive tact, she smoothed away many a rough
corner in the home and by her ready wit prevented friction.
For there was no denying that life with a horticulturist had its
drawbacks.
“Seems’s if I never lift a foot that I don’t stumble over some plant
that’s bein’ nursed along under a flower-pot, or a starch box filled
with rootin’ geraniums,” complained Althea to her newly acquired
confidante. “Gardenin’ is awful tryin’, take it by an’ large. Asaph’s
as good a husband as ever was born. Don’t think for a minute I’m
malignin’ him. But his catalogues, clippin’s an’ fertilizer drive
me ’most beyond endurance. There’s days I could pitch ’em all into
the sea. I no mor’n get the shed tidied up than he’s out there again
siftin’ more sand, stirrin’ together more soot an’ wood ashes. As for
them tins full of poison, it raises my hair to contemplate ’em.”
Sighing, she took up another slice of bread and began to butter it.
“There’s scarce a corner of this house that ain’t stuffed full of
articles on how to grow artichokes or raise mushrooms in the cellar.
Let a door open an’ away they blow. Now Asaph ain’t ever goin’ to do
nothin’ with artichokes. He ain’t ever seen one, to begin with; an’
were he to he’d never eat it. An’ the same’s true of mushrooms. Still,
he can’t resist gatherin’ together every word that’s written about ’em.
It’s terrible tryin’. I’ve got him trained now so he puts whatever he
cuts out in the table drawer an’ when I spy it bulgin’ so it won’t
shut, I simply clear it out an’ cart all that’s in it to the attic. He
seldom notices it’s been moved. Fur’s I can see, he never gives the
cuttin’s a second glance, though, to be sure, I occasionally hear him
murmurin’ of pastin’ ’em into books.”
Rebecca smiled but maintained silence. She possessed the rare gift of
looking sympathetic yet never taking sides.