Miss Peggy Annersley was a niece of Mr Chadwick, one of a family of
four girls whom Fate had deprived of their mother in early childhood,
and, as though repenting the evil turn she had wrought them, had
remedied the ill as far as she was able by subsequently removing their
father also from a world in which, though undoubtedly ornamental, he was
not of the slightest use. Having freed them thus far from the only
obstacle in the path of any possible success which might fall to their
lot, she threw them with light-hearted irresponsibility and an air of
having finished with them, if not finally, at least for the time being,
into the care of the wealthy uncle who, being childless, was naturally
the person best fitted to undertake the charge of four well-grown,
unruly, under-educated girls. Mr Chadwick sent them forthwith to a
good boarding-school, and, like Fate, having disposed of them
temporarily, dismissed them from his thoughts. But Mr Chadwick was
possessed of a wife, and that wife was possessed of ideas regarding the
race in general and the feminine half of it in particular; she therefore
shouldered his neglected responsibilities and made the education of
those four girls her special study.
Mr Chadwick's idea had been to educate them decently, as he expressed
it, and give them a small but sufficient income on which to live
independently, and leave them to worry out the problem of life for
themselves. Mrs Chadwick objected to this plan on the plea that it was
charity, and charity, save in exceptional circumstances, was humiliating
to the individual and unsatisfactory, inasmuch as it retarded the mental
and moral growth, and disorganised the social scheme.
Therefore each girl was educated as a boy might be, with a knowledge
that she must earn her livelihood and had therefore better develop any
talent and specialise in the choice of a profession.
The arrangement had worked well. The eldest girl, who, like her father,
was ornamental rather than useful, had specialised matrimonially and
left the schoolroom for a home of her own, and was very well satisfied
with her lot. The second girl had become a medical student; and,
showing marked ability in the profession she had chosen, took her M.D.
and subsequently practised successfully as a doctor in a busy Midland
town. The third girl, who was Peggy, had taken up gardening with equal
aptitude, and was employed by her aunt for two reasons: the first being
that Mrs Chadwick preferred a woman gardener; the second and
all-important reason being that she was very fond of Peggy and wished to
keep her with her. The fourth girl was an architect, and, being still
quite young, was as yet on the lowest rung of the ladder. She was,
however, keen, and Mrs Chadwick hoped that she would become an ornament
to her profession in time.
Save for Peggy and the eldest girl, who was a beauty, looks were not the
chief asset of the family, so that for the doctor and the young
architect it was more expedient that they should do well in the work
they had taken up.
Mrs Chadwick was on the whole very satisfied with the result of her
effort on their behalf. Next to having girls of her own, four nieces
with an average share of brains provided admirable material for the
development of her feminist schemes. It afforded her immense
gratification to watch their progress, and behold, instead of four
helpless girls keeping house in bored inactivity on other people's
money, four--or rather three--very capable young persons equal to
fighting their own way through life, and privileged to enjoy the bread
of independence. If any girl imagines there is a better lot in life she
is mistaken. No occupation unfits a woman for the _role_ of wife and
mother; it gives her rather a greater right to bring children into the
world, when she is able to support them if necessary. Mr Musgrave
would not have shared this opinion; but Musgravian ideas fill almshouses
and orphanages and are responsible for a great deal of genteel and quite
needless poverty. That one half--and that the larger half--of the race
should depend for its existence on the other half is absurd.
Peggy Annersley was a young woman of very independent spirit. Had she
wished, she might have made her occupation as gardener at the Hall a
sinecure. She could have given her orders to those under her and have
enjoyed her leisure in any way that appeared agreeable to herself. Mrs
Chadwick imposed no conditions or restraints. But Peggy drew a handsome
wage, and she liked to fed when she received her monthly cheque that she
had earned it; therefore she donned overalls and spoilt her hands, or,
as she would have expressed it, hardened them, in the conscientious
fulfilment of her duties. She put in her eight hours a day, except in
the winter when work was slack, and insisted upon her half-day off
during the week. There was only one matter in which she enjoyed any
advantage over the rest--she was not liable to dismissal.
On her half-day off Peggy usually went for a walk accompanied by
Diogenes. She resolutely refused to give up these half-days to paying
calls with her aunt or helping her to entertain visitors. If she were
imperatively needed for social duties these had to be worked in in her
employers' time. Peggy was a veritable Trades Union in herself, and
refused absolutely to sacrifice her off-time to any object that did not
conform with her ideas of pleasurable relaxation.
Thus it fell out that when the guests who had participated in the
Chadwicks' hospitality were, with rigid observance of rule,
punctiliously performing their duty in the matter of an after-dinner
call, Miss Annersley, in defiance of her aunt's remonstrance, insisted
on going off as usual with the faithful Diogenes. Mrs Chadwick was
vexed. Mr Chadwick had that morning met John Musgrave in the village,
and had returned with the news that Mr Musgrave had mentioned that it
was his purpose to call that same afternoon. Mrs Chadwick for some
inexplicable reason desired Peggy's support on this occasion, and
appeared disproportionately annoyed when Peggy departed on her walk and
left her aunt to receive Mr Musgrave alone. Mr Chadwick was present,
certainly, but the presence of Mr Chadwick could not further her
amiable plans for the modernising of John Musgrave.
It was a wild, bright day with a touch of frost in the air, and as she
walked briskly across the fields the sun and the wind and the cold air
brought a glorious colour into Peggy's cheeks and lent a sparkle to her
eyes. It was regrettable that there was no one there to note these
things except Diogenes and a few cows. Peggy was not alarmed of cows;
but Diogenes, who was in a boisterous mood, caused her considerable
anxiety through displaying a desire to chase these unoffending animals,
resenting which, they acted in a manner unseemly in their breed. In one
field there were bulls. They were young bulls, and harmless; but
Diogenes excited them, and when they began to chase Diogenes he feigned
nervousness and sought shelter behind his mistress's skirts, Peggy,
feeling nervous without feigning it, took refuge in the hedge. Then it
was that she became aware of a small bearded man, who, having just
climbed the stile, walked fearlessly among the herd, which made way
before him as before the progress of some royal personage and allowed
him to pass unharmed. The small bearded man stopped when he was abreast
of Peggy, and stared up at her where she crouched in the hedge with
critical, contemptuous eyes.
"Do you like milk?" he asked unexpectedly.
"Yes," Peggy answered, puzzled to understand why this person, whom she
now recognised for the sexton, if he wished to address her should open
civilities with such an unusual remark; why, too, he should seem upset
with her reply. He looked almost angry.
"Do you like beef?" he proceeded, putting her through this catechism as
though he were playing a serious kind of new game.
"Yes," Peggy repeated with increasing wonder.
The little man looked really fierce now. She was relieved to have
Diogenes at hand; this person was more terrifying than the bulls.
"Then wot are you afeard of? Get down out of thicky hedge. They won't
'urt 'ee."
Peggy felt indignant; the little man was quite unnecessarily rude.
"I do not care to watch milk churning itself in the open," she retorted;
"and I prefer beef cooked."
Robert appeared for the moment at a loss for a suitable response. He
looked at her sourly, and from her to the dog.
"You shouldn' take that there toy terrier across the fields, if you'm
afeard o' cattle," he remarked. "'E's more mischeevous than wot they
be. Get down out o' thicky 'edge, I tell 'ee. I'll see 'ee across."
"Why didn't you say that in the beginning?" Peggy said, flashing a
smile at him and slipping nimbly down from her position of doubtful
security. "That's exactly what I was wishing you would do."
"I seen a woman orched once," Robert was beginning conversationally, as
they walked along together, when Peggy interrupted him to inquire what
"orched" meant.
"Why, bein' tossed, o' course," Robert answered, amazed at her
ignorance. "She died, too--died o' fright, I reckon; 'er warn't 'urt
much. It was a cow done it. But 'twas more by way o' play than temper.
Females is easy scared."
"Yes," Peggy agreed. "I allow that would scare me. You must be very
brave, Mr Robert. I knew you were brave the moment I saw you."
"Eh?" Robert ventured, a little doubtful as to her entire sincerity.
He knew something about females and he had never known them other than
deceitful. "Reckon I'm not more easy scared than most."
Hannah would have laughed could she have heard that boast; he was--and
she knew it--scared of her.
"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Peggy asked.
"Ghosts!" Robert's tone was scornful. "No, I ban't afeard o' they.
Somethin' you can put your 'and through don't signify much. Wot I might
be afeard of," he added, wishful not to appear bragging, "is somethin'
bigger an' stronger than meself, wot can take holt to your whistle and
squeeze it like the plumbers do the gas-pipes of a 'ouse. That might
scare me, now."
His manner conveyed a doubt whether even that experience could
effectively arouse his fears. He left it to her imagination to picture
him struggling valiantly, undismayed, against gigantic odds.
"Folks say there's a ghost up at the 'All," he added.
"I knew it!" the girl exclaimed. "I've a feeling in my bones, when I
wake in the dark, that there must be a ghost somewhere."
Robert nodded confirmation.
"Hannah--that's my missis--she used to live 'ousemaid up at the 'All in
old squire's time. She seen it. Leastways, she says she 'as," he added
in the tone of a man who considers the reliability of the evidence open
to question.
"If she says so, of course she must have seen it," Peggy insisted.
"Well," Robert answered, "I dunno. Seems to me if Hannah 'ad a seen it,
er'd 'ave left; an' 'er didn' leave, not till I married 'er. But 'er
was always tellin' up about thicky ole ghost, though 'er never could
describe it. If I'd seen a ghost I'd know wot 'e looked like. Misty,
'er used to say--kind o' misty like, an' big. I've seed misty kind o'
things meself when I've 'ad a drop; but Hannah's teetotal."
Peggy eyed him contemplatively.
"When you are digging graves, Mr Robert, do you never see a ghost?" she
asked.
"No," he said. "Nothin' more'n a few ole bones."
"Ugh?" the girl exclaimed.
"There's naught to mind in bones," Robert returned. "They couldn't put
theirselves together again, anyway, because parts of 'em would be
missin'. But the first lot I 'eaved up turned my stummick, sure. A man
gets used to it."
Peggy had a feeling that she had had enough of Robert's society for one
day, and, having come to a stile where an inviting lane branched off
from the fields, she inquired of him where it led.
"It takes 'ee past the back o' Mr Musgrave's house," he answered.
"Oh," said Peggy, "then I think I am going that way. Thank you very
much for seeing me past the danger."
She parted from Robert joyfully, and set off with Diogenes down the
muddy roadway between its tall green banks.
"We are going to see the back of the fossil's dwelling; now for
adventure number two, Diogenes," she said.