A GRATEFUL CONVALESCENT
"Ain't it pink and white and whispery to-day?" she said to herself.
"The birds are having the best time, and the sun looks like it's singing
out loud, it's so bursting bright. 'Tain't hard to love anybody on a day
like this."
Peggy's thin little fingers played with the spray of roses on her lap,
and her big brown eyes roved first in one direction and then the other
as she followed the movements of the girl on the lawn cutting fresh
flowers for the house; then as the latter came closer she held out a
wasted little hand, but drew it back before it was seen.
It was her first day outdoors for three weeks, and it was very good
to be in the open air again. She leaned back in the steamer-chair
filled with pillows, in which she had been placed an hour before,
and stretched out her feet luxuriously. Over them a light blanket
had been thrown, and as she smoothed the pink kimona which covered
her gown she sighed in happy content.
"This is me, Peggy McDougal, who lives in Milltown," she went on,
talking to herself, "but right now feeling like she might be in
heaven. My! but I'm glad I ain't, though, 'cause there mightn't be
anybody in heaven I know, and this place where Miss Mary Cary lives
is happy enough for me. Muther say I'd been dead and buried before
this if'n it hadn't been for Miss Mary. I reckon I would. Some nights
I thought I was goin' to strangle sure, and the night I had that
sinker spell, and pretty near faded out, I saw Miss Mary, when 'twas
over, put her head down on the table and just cry and cry. Look like
she couldn't help it. She thought I didn't know a thing. But I did.
I knowed she cared. Warn't it funny for a lady like her to care about
a little child like me what comes of factory folks and ain't got
nothin' ahead but plain humbleness?
"And diphtheria is a ketchin' disease muther says. That's why Miss
Mary picked me up so quick and brought me out here when the doctor
said I had it. If'n she hadn't Teeny might have took it from me, 'cause
we sleep in the bed together, and Susie might, too, for she's in the
same room, and all the twins might, the little ones and the big ones,
and muther would have been worked to death a-nursin' of me and a-cookin'
for the rest. And I might have died and been put in the ground, and
then they'd had to pay for the funeral, and there warn't a cent for it.
Muther couldn't have paid for a funeral out of eggs, 'cause coffins have
gone up, and the hens don't lay 'em fast enough, and 'twould have took
too many. I wish hens could lay more than one egg a day. Roosters ain't
a bit of 'count for eggs."
She put her hands behind her head and drew in a deep breath. "But I
ain't dead." Suddenly the wasted little fingers were pressed over
tightly closed eyes. "Oh Lord," she said, soberly, "I'm very much
obliged to you for lettin' of me live. I hope nobody will ever be
sorry I didn't die. Help me to grow up and be like Miss Mary Cary.
Lookin' out, like her, for little children what ain't got anybody
special to be lookin' after them. 'Course I had my muther and father,
but they had so much to do, and didn't have the money, and diphtheria
takes money. Poor people ain't got it. If'n I don't ever have any
money, please help me to help some other way. Maybe I might be
cheerfuler. Amen."
"Hello, Peggy. Sleep?"
Mary Cary's hands, flower-filled, were held close to Peggy's face, and
at sound of her voice Peggy's eyes opened joyfully. "Oh, Miss Mary,
you skeered me! I thought you were way down by the gate.
/Ain't/ they lovely! Ain't they LOVELY!" And Peggy's little pug
nose sniffed eagerly the roses held close to them.
"Hardly anything left but roses now, but June is the rose month. Lend
me one of your cushions and I'll sit down awhile and cool off before I
go in."
She laid the flowers carefully on the ground, threw the cushion beside
them and, pulling Peggy's chair closer to the large chestnut-tree, whose
branches made a wide circle of shade in the brilliant sunshine, sat
down, then rested her hand in Peggy's lap and smiled in her happy eyes.
"It's good to have you out here, Peggy child," she said. "You'll soon
have cheeks like peaches. This sunshine and fresh air will paint them for
you and make the color stick. Did you have some milk at ten?"
"Yes'm, thank you. Milk and eggs, too. Reckon I'll be bustin' fat
by this time next week if'n I keep on swallowin' all them things
Miss Hedwig brings me. She certainly is a good lady, that Miss
Hedwig is. She's got roses in her cheeks, and ain't her light hair
pretty? She wears it awful plain, just parted and brushed back,
but it's like the silk in corn. Is that all the name she's got--
Hedwig?"
"No. Hedwig Armstrong is her name. She's an Austrian."
"I knew a girl named Armstrong once, but she was a Yorkburger. Is
Armstrong Austrian, too?"
"Armstrong is American, I suppose. I don't know what it is." She
laughed, pulling the petals off a rose and popping them with her
lips. "Hedwig is a pretty name, and the other part I never think
of. I had almost forgotten the other part."
"I didn't know there was any other part. But I heard Susie tell
muther once the Mrs. Deford and Miss Honoria Brockenborough were
talking about her the day they bought their spring hats, and they
said she looked like a mystery to them, and they thought 'twas
very strange a nice-looking white woman should be willing to come
down here and be a servant."
Mary Cary frowned quickly. "I wish they had said that to me.
Hedwig is my maid, but she is my friend as well. She used to be in
my uncle's hospital. In all this big country she hasn't a relative."
"They said her letters had Mrs. on them. Somebody at the post-office
told them so, but her husband ain't ever been to see her, they said,
and muther say she didn't think that sounded as righteous as it might,
comin' from Mrs. Deford, whose husband don't seem to hanker after her
neither, and--"
"Next time you hear anything like that you might mention that dead
husbands can't visit conveniently. Hedwig's husband is dead."
Peggy sat upright, eyes wide and interested. "Poor thing! I thought
she had an awful lonely look at times. I certainly am sorry he's
dead. I mean if he was worth killing. Muther say all men ain't.
Hasn't she got any little children, either?"
Mary Cary bent over the rose in her hand and buried her lips in its
damp depths. "No," she said, after a moment, "she has no children.
Her little girl died."
Peggy leaned back. Overhead a bluebird, straining its little throat
in exultant melody, flew from branch to branch of the big
chestnut-tree, and the hum of insects made soft monotone to the
shrill cry of the locust, which promised greater heat next day.
In the distance the Calverton road stretched white and dusty south
to town, north to the unknown land, the land of dreams to Peggy and
to Peggy's mother, who had never been beyond it, and as she looked
toward it she wondered if it led to the place where Hedwig had laid
her little child. She would never speak of this again. She could
tell by Miss Mary's face she would not like it.
For some minutes they sat in silence and then Peggy's hand reached
out and touched that of Mary Cary's, which was resting on the arm
of her chair. The eyes of the latter were narrowed slightly as if
lost in memories, and, looking at her, Peggy hesitated, then called
her name.
"Miss Mary--"
With a deep breath as if back from a journey, she stirred, and
with a start looked up. "Did you speak to me?"
Peggy's hand gripped the one on which it rested. "I just want to
tell you something. How long has it been since the first day I
was took sick?"
"Since the first day you were took sick? Let me see." Mary Cary
laughed, and her fingers closed over the thin ones, which seemed
to be trembling, "It's been three weeks to-day."
"And I've been here--?"
"Three weeks to-morrow. Why?"
"I was wondering if you would mind telling me what made you
do it--what made you bring me out here and nurse me and sit
up with me. What made you do it?"
"What made me do it?" Her voice was puzzled. "I never thought
of what made me do it. I loved you, Peggy. You are my friend,
you know, and you were sick. I wanted to do it."
"Diphtheria is ketchin'."
"Not if you're careful. I knew how to take care of myself.
But your mother didn't, and with children it's a risk to have
it around. I wasn't afraid."
"But you might have took it. And muther says you've been a
prisoner since I've been out here. You couldn't go nowhere, and
couldn't nobody come to see you. Ain't any the mill folks and
factory folks seen you for three weeks. You couldn't even go to
see Miss Gibbie Gault."
"But she has been to see me. I'd fumigate myself and come out
here and see her nearly every day, and I can talk to everybody
over the telephone. Wires are germ-proof so far, though they'll
tell us they're not after a while, I suppose. And I've had a good
rest and chance to catch up with lots of reading. You weren't
really ill but four days, and--"
"Them four days near 'bout wore you out. I know. I saw a lot of
things you didn't think I saw. It ain't pleasant for nobody to see
somebody nearly strangle, and you thought I was gone once." She
turned the big, brown eyes, which too early in life had learned
to understand the burden of demand without supply, upon the girl
beside her, and her lips quivered.
"I don't know how to tell you what I want to tell you. When
you feel something right here"--she put her shut hand upon her
breast--"it's hard to put it in words. There ain't any words for it.
I couldn't no way tell you how much I thank you, and I ain't got but
one way to show it. 'Tis by livin' right. But I want you to know I
understand. So does God. I've been talkin' right much with Him about
it, and I'm askin' Him every day to make me fitt'n' to be your
friend. They say love can do a lot for a person, and make a good
thing out of a bad one, quicker'n anything else. And you'll never
know on this earth how much I love you, Miss Mary."
"Why, Peggy!" Mary Cary's arms were around the shaking little figure,
whose face had grown white with the effort of her frankness.
"Why, Peggy dear, what are you talking about? There's nothing to thank
me for. Who wouldn't do what's been done? You mustn't talk like--"
"Nobody but you would have done it. I warn't any kin, and 'twarn't
a Christian duty like goin' to church. And 'twas enough to make
Miss Gibbie mad. Is she mad with me, Miss Mary?"
"Of course she isn't! You couldn't help getting sick." The pillows
were patted and Peggy was forced back among them. "And now there's
to be no more thanks for anything. And Peggy"--the clear eyes,
suddenly a bit dimmed, were looking into Peggy's--"I've got such
a grand piece of news for you. I've been waiting to tell you all
the morning."
"Is it I've got to go home?" Peggy's face fell, and she blinked
hard to keep back sudden tears. "Have I got to go home?"
"Mercy, no! You won't be about to go home for some time yet.
You are to stay here a week longer to get strong and then--you
and your mother are to go to Atlantic City for two weeks.
Two--whole-- weeks!"
Peggy's hands fell limply in her lap, her eyes closed sharply,
and down the thin little cheeks tears, no longer to be held back,
rolled in big, round drops. For a moment she lay still, then threw
her arms around the neck of the girl now leaning beside her,
frightened a bit by the effect of her words, and sobbed in
unrestraint.
"Please let it come out, Miss Mary. Please let it come out!
It's been chokin' of me for days, this thankfulness inside,
and I can't breathe good till I get it out!"
For a little longer the short, quick gasps continued, and then
she drew herself out of the strong arms which had been folding
her close, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"You mean muther won't have to cook for two weeks, won't have
to wash dishes--I always wipe them--and can sit down as long
as she wants, and can sleep till seven o'clock in the mornin'?
You mean--You ain't foolin' of me are you, Miss Mary?"
"Of course I'm not. You are to go to-morrow week."
"But how we goin'? The hens can't lay eggs enough for--"
"The hens have nothing to do with this. A friend of yours and
your mother's wants you to have this holiday. This friend knows
your mother is tired out, and knows the salt air will do you good."
Peggy gave a deep sigh. "Muther's said fifty times, if she's said
once, that if she could go to that Atlantic City and see those
things she's read about and seen pictures of she'd give her left
foot and hop the rest of her life. There's a lot of water there,
ain't it?"
"Ocean of it. And a beautiful beach, and surf bathing, and a
boardwalk miles long, and piers, and merry-go-rounds, and shops,
and hot sausages, and moving-pictures, and rolling-chairs, and
lovely music, and ice-cream waffles, and orangeade, and popcorn.
Your mother will see it all, but you will have to be careful at
first--just sit in the sand and not eat all those things right off."
"Do they give 'em to you?"
Mary Cary laughed. "Not exactly. Nothing is given that can be sold,
but there're lots of things, the best things, that don't cost money.
If we had to buy air and sunshine and sky and clouds and stars and
sunsets we'd sell all we own to get them, but because they're free
they're not noticed half the time."
"Does muther know we are goin', Miss Mary?" Peggy's face clouded
suddenly. "Who's goin' to take care of things if she and me go
way together? Lizzie lives away all the time, and Susie and Teeny
works. Who's goin' to look after father and the boys?"
"Your Aunt Sarah. And if you will stop thinking of all those
practical things and just be a child and enjoy yourself I will
be much obliged to you. Time enough for you to be the mother of
a family when you have children of you own."
"I ain't ever goin' to have children of my own. I've helped
raise two sets of twins and took care of the baby till it died, and
I made up my mind then I wasn't goin' to have any. It hurts too
bad when they die. Mis' Toone's had twelve and she says when they're
little they're lots of care and when they're big you're full of fear,
and I reckon she knows. Her boys turned out awful bad. Muther don't
mind havin' a lot of children, though. She don't take 'em serious,
but she says I was born serious and always wonderin' if there's food
and clothes enough to go round. And besides--"
"Besides what?"
"I don't think I'd like a husband. So many in Milltown is just
trifles. Mis' Jepson says she's so glad her husband's no blood
relation to her she don't know what to do."
"She's had three, if she isn't proud of this last one. Told me so
herself."
"She tells everybody. Sometimes she's right set up about havin'
buried two and havin' a third livin', and then when she gets mad
with Mr. Jepson she says anybody could get husbands like hers. But,
Miss Mary"--again the anxious look hovered a moment on the earnest
little face--"muther ain't got a dress to her name fitt'n to wear.
That's the reason she hasn't been to church this spring. Everybody
else had to have something, and it takes all father's money for rent
and food, and the egg money went for medicine when Billy was sick."
"Oh, that will be all right. We're going to see she's fixed up.
Didn't I tell you to stop thinking about things like that? By the
time you're grown you'll have all Milltown on your shoulders."
"You've got all Yorkburg on yours."
"Indeed I haven't." She got up. "But this isn't writing my letters.
Did you know they were going to begin building both schools the
first of August? The plans have been accepted, and next year you'll
be in the new grammar school. Isn't that fine?"
Peggy nodded, but not enthusiastically. "I don't think my head
was meant for much schoolin', but of course I'll go until I'm big
enough to work. Are you goin' to write to that friend of yours and
muther's to-day? If you do would you mind"--she hesitated and her
face flushed slightly--"would you mind sayin' I'm awful much obliged
for bein' sent to Atlantic City? I haven't took it in good yet.
Don't seem like it can be true sure 'nough that Milltown people like
muther and me can be goin' to a place like that. My stomach is
quiverin' this minute in little chills from hearin' 'bout it. I reckon
it will take 'till next week to get used to the feel of the
thought. I saw a picture once of a lot of people in bathin', and
muther said they didn't look to her like they had enough clothes on,
but she say if they choose to make spectickles of themselves there
warn't no law to keep you from lookin', and she always believed in
seein' all there was to see in life. Muther certainly will have a
grand time, and won't she throw back her head and laugh hearty?
It certainly is good in your friend to give her the chance. I reckon
it must be somebody who loves to give pleasure."