AN INCAPABLE HOUSEKEEPER.
Rachel stood looking down at the sirloin of beef she had ordered from
the butcher and which now lay on the kitchen table. She was rather
dismayed at the size of it and wondered how it ought to be cooked. She
was determined that Luke should be well fed so that his mother should
have no excuse to accuse her of not taking proper care of her son.
Polly was upstairs doing the bedrooms, and Rachel was thankful that
she was not near to see her perplexity. Then the front door opened and
she heard Mrs. Greville calling her. Vexed at being taken by surprise,
Rachel resolved to lock the front door in future. She went into the
hall to meet her mother-in-law, closing the kitchen door behind her.
Mrs. Greville gave her a hearty kiss.
"I thought I would just look round," she said, "to know if you would
like any advice about dinner or would care for me to give you a lesson
in cooking this morning. I am due at Mrs. Stone's at twelve to help her
to cut out for the working party, but I can spare you an hour or so if
you like. What have you got for dinner?"
"A sirloin of beef; and I thought of having a rice pudding, that is to
say if Luke likes milky puddings. I see you have provided us with rice
and tapioca."
"A sirloin! That will never do; it must be changed at once," said Mrs.
Greville, making her way to the kitchen. "It is the most expensive
part of beef that you can have. You and Luke won't be able to indulge
in that kind of thing. You must remember that you are a poor parson's
wife, and must cut your coat according to your cloth."
Rachel flushed and wondered if she would ever be able to call her house
and her food her own.
"I'll take it round to the butcher;" said Mrs. Greville as she surveyed
the sirloin. "He's very obliging, and I know he will change it for a
piece of the rump or a little liver. Wrap it up in several pieces of
paper and put it in a basket and I will take it round at once."
"But it's too heavy for you and it's raining."
"Never mind the rain. It must be done or Luke won't get any dinner and
this is a heavy day for him. I'll come back in a few minutes and give
you a hint or two about to-day's meal."
Rachel bit her lip. She could scarcely bear this interference, yet she
knew she was herself to blame for it, as she was utterly incapable. But
if only she could be left alone she would learn from her very mistakes;
and why need Mrs. Greville always be reminding her of the necessity of
economy. She was sure it could not be necessary: she ought anyhow to
have had a good general at first so that she could have learnt from her
how to do things. As it was she was not even allowed to order her own
dinner.
But as she saw her mother-in-law leave the house with the heavy joint
in the basket, her anger melted. She remembered that she was only
trying to help her exceedingly incapable daughter-in-law, and after
all, she needed to be told how to cook the beef she had bought. It was
no use ordering a nice dinner for Luke if she could not cook it for him!
When Mrs. Greville opened the door again with her basket considerably
lightened, vexation at her own incapacity had taken the place of anger
in Rachel's heart.
"I'm afraid," she said, as she took the basket from her mother-in-law's
hands, "that you must think that Luke has married the wrong wife."
Mrs. Greville smiled kindly. Rachel's sudden humility touched her and
she was pleased.
"Well, my dear, you may make yourself easy as Luke anyhow does not
think so. He is under the impression that he has married perfection,
and we won't undeceive him. It is just as well for a man not to know
that his wife is not so capable as he imagines. Besides which," she
added, as she took Rachel's apron off the kitchen door and tied it
round herself, "if you pay attention to what I am teaching you there is
no reason why you should not be as good a cook as I am. But don't look
so melancholy I beg of you, nor so dreamy. I must tell you that there
is no time in the life of a clergyman's wife to dream. You will find
that every moment is important if you mean to look well to the ways of
your household and also to help in the parish. A Vicar's wife has very
little time in which to play."
Rachel pulled herself together though almost every word that had been
spoken seemed to hurt her. She determined to pay all attention to what
Mrs. Greville was going to teach her, not only for Luke's sake but that
she could dispense with the cooking lessons as quickly as possible.
"There now," said Mrs. Greville, after showing Rachel exactly what to
do, "you'll get on I'm sure."
Then noticing a look of depression on the girl's face, she added
kindly, "And don't be downhearted. Although you've been taught nothing
of this nature, unfortunately, you'll soon get into it. But whatever
you do don't allow yourself to get depressed. A man when he comes home,
after a hard day's work and a great many tiresome people to satisfy,
needs a bright face to welcome him. For his sake, my dear, be plucky
and do all you can to make up for lost time. Why girls are not taught
really useful things I can't imagine. However, matters are improving
in that direction. By-the-bye," she added, as she stood by the front
door, "it's the working party this afternoon and you'll be expected.
Luke will tell you where Mrs. Stone lives. It isn't far, and if you
are not too long over your dinner you'll just have time to get there.
Mind you're not late. A Vicar's wife has to set the example of being
punctual. Good-bye again, and I hope you and Luke will enjoy your
dinner. You may tell him that it was cooked by his mother; that will
give him an appetite."
Rachel felt all on edge and wondered how she could bear many more
mornings like the one she was spending. Yet she was well aware that
Mrs. Greville meant all she said and did in kindness. And now and then
she had noticed quite a nice smile flit across her face. Yes, she must
try to love her; but this type of person she had never come across.
Somehow she had never imagined for a moment that the mother, whom Luke
loved so devotedly, would be like Mrs. Greville. She could not but
compare her with her own sweet pussy mother, with her low, musical
voice. Then a great longing for her mother took possession of her, and
she ran up into her room and locking the door gave way to a flood of
tears.
But there was twelve o'clock striking and Luke might be coming in,
anyhow his dinner would have to be ready by one o'clock, and she had
a hundred and one things to do before going to the working party. She
must look her best and be her best.
She rather anticipated the working party. For one thing it would be
her first appearance at a Parish meeting and she felt on her metal.
No doubt she could get a little fun out of it. The prospect that Mrs.
Greville had held out to her of a life without any time to play, had
sounded dull, and she determined that the description given to her
should not be correct. She would not lead a dull life, why should she?
Having a sense of humour she often saw fun where others saw just the
reverse. Anyhow she was determined to be in a gay mood at the working
party and if it was possible to get any fun out of it, she would. She
was not fond of her needle but that did not signify, and indeed could
not be helped.
Rachel looked through her dresses and with a little chuckle chose one
which, as she told Luke afterwards, would astonish the "natives." It
was not exactly a dress for a working party, but she resolved that now
she was to make her first appearance she should be dressed prettily for
Luke's sake. So determined to forget the morning cooking lesson, she
started off directly dinner was over, in a merry mood. Luke had had
only time to sit down to a hurried meal before he was due at a clerical
meeting, so she had not the pleasure of showing her pretty frock to her
husband before leaving the house.
Arrived at Mrs. Stone's house, she was shown into the drawing-room
which seemed full to overflowing of ladies, all elderly and all
talking, till she made her appearance. Then the buzz ceased for
a moment and Rachel felt conscious of about thirty pairs of eyes
scrutinising her. But she was nothing daunted being quite used to
meeting strangers and to being made much of by them. She was shown
a seat near Mrs. Stone who at once took her under her wing, and
Rachel congratulated herself on this fact, for her face was pleasant
and smiling, and she looked as if humour was not left out of her
composition.
Rachel felt at home at once and before long Mrs. Greville, glancing
across the room, wondered what caused the quiet ripple of laughter
that came from the corner where Rachel sat. She noticed that her
daughter-in-law was looking exceedingly pretty and happy. There was
no distressed frown on her brow which she had noticed in the morning;
she looked the gayest of the gay. Mrs. Greville wished that she had
put on a more suitable dress and a hat that did not look as if it had
come out of Bond Street. She was quite a foreign element in the room
and it rather worried Luke's mother to see how the ladies round her
daughter-in-law laid down their work again and again to listen more
easily to Rachel's conversation. Could it be possible that she heard
Polly's name? Surely Rachel was not making fun of the girl she had
secured for her. Besides there was nothing whatever to laugh at in
Polly. She was a staid little body and a thoroughly good teachable
girl. But yes; there it was again. No doubt Mrs. Stone who looked so
thoroughly amused was drawing her out. It was really very awkward and
tiresome. She only wished that Rachel was more staid and more what a
clergyman's wife should be.
Mrs. Greville looked longingly at the clock, it was just upon four. She
would propose to Rachel that she should not wait for tea as Luke might
be wanting his. It would be quite easy to do, and natural.
Rachel rose delighted at Mrs. Greville's suggestion made in a low tone
of voice. She had enjoyed herself and had talked freely about some of
her difficulties in house keeping, quite unconscious of the fact, that
she was being drawn out by some members of the working party with not
altogether kind motives. She had addressed most of her conversation to
Mrs. Stone, whom she liked, feeling instinctively that she was a woman
to be trusted, but she gradually began to feel a little uneasy at the
probing questions of some of the others; questions which she felt they
had no right to ask; and which there was no necessity to answer; but
she was so anxious to make friends with Luke's people and not to annoy
them by showing her own annoyance that she was conscious that she was
talking more than she ought. So when Mrs. Greville proposed to her to
go home in case Luke was back from the clerical meeting, she rose with
alacrity, and was pleased when Mrs. Stone said that she was so sorry
that she had to leave as she had added greatly to the pleasure of the
afternoon.
When the door closed behind her, an amused smile passed from one to the
other of those who had been sitting near her.
"The Vicar has certainly given us a surprise," said one in a low voice,
so that Mrs. Greville could not hear. "She has roused us all up this
afternoon."
"A more unsuitable clergyman's wife I cannot imagine," said another.
"Her hat must have cost three pounds at least," remarked a third, "and
as for her dress!"
"She was not a surprise to me," said a friend of Mrs. Greville's.
"For I gathered from hints of the Vicar's mother that she was quite
incapable. Not that she does not like her, and is thankful that she is
devoted to her son, but she wishes he had chosen another kind of girl
for his wife."
"Mrs. Greville," said Mrs. Stone, in a voice that all could hear, "I'm
delighted with your daughter-in-law. She is so sunny and amusing. She
will do us all good."
Mrs. Greville smiled with pleasure but shook her head a little.
"She is very young," she said, "only nineteen, and it will, I
fear, take a long time before she settles down to undertake the
responsibilities of being head of the parish."
"But," said Mrs. Stone, "surely there is no need to take that position
yet. We have you and could not have anyone better. Let her have a
little more time before being weighed down with the needs of a parish.
She is full of fun and vitality, and should not have too much put upon
her all at once. Let her take up the duties gradually; it is not as if
she had been brought up to it."
Mrs. Greville sighed audibly.
Meanwhile Rachel hurried home. She had not known that there was a
chance of her husband coming back to tea, and was delighted with the
prospect. She felt happy, and a little elated, hoping that she had
made a good impression on the working party. Mrs. Stone had been
particularly nice to her, and so had one or two others. At the same
time she could not forget the grave face of a lady who sat near enough
to hear all the fun and nonsense she had been talking. This lady had
not once looked up from her work, and had actually shaken her head over
one or two of Rachel's remarks. The remembrance of her and the look of
evident surprise on the faces of others rather weighed upon her spirits
as she neared home. Had she talked too much? Had she been frivolous?
She hoped not. She wanted to help Luke and not to hinder him, and she
could not forget Mrs. Greville's words, about the necessity of the
Vicar's wife setting an example to the parish.
Her face was a little grave as she opened the dining-room door, but the
sight of her husband's smile of welcome as he looked up from the letter
he was writing, cheered her.
"I did not stop to tea," he said, "as I have to write some important
letters before the choir practice this evening, I know you won't mind
me not talking."
Rachel ran upstairs to take off her hat and then busied herself in
getting the tea. So he was going out again this evening! She was
disappointed. However, she congratulated herself that she had him to
tea.
"Well," he said, as he laid down his pen at Rachel's announcement that
tea was ready. "How did you get on at the working party? I'm glad they
have seen you."
"But they didn't like me," said Rachel laughing, "at least some of them
did not."
"Nonsense. How could they help it?" He took her face between his hands,
and looked lovingly into her eyes.
"They think I'm too young and frivolous, and moreover incapable, and
not half worthy of their Vicar," answered Rachel. "I read it all in
their faces, and I'm quite sure that with the exception of Mrs. Stone
and one or two others I shocked them. But let me go and pour out your
tea. You have a lot to do."
Luke seated himself at the table and began cutting the loaf of bread.
"What did you say to shock them?" he said.
"I enlarged upon Polly's peculiarities. I like Polly, she amuses me
immensely, and I really feel that I could make quite a nice little maid
of her, if only I knew how things ought to be done myself. Happily
there are a few things I do know, and I take pains to inform Polly of
them. But she is the queerest little creature I have ever seen."
Luke was not listening. He was looking at Rachel, thinking what a
radiant wife God had given him; and a fear arose in his heart, lest
marrying him might be the cause of her high spirits being quenched, and
of life taking on a too sober hue. Sin abounded in his parish and he
did not see how Rachel could learn of all the evil, and be as bright
and happy as she now was.
"You must not let those ladies who looked gravely upon you this
afternoon, count too much," he said. "Some of them have been at the
work for years, and have got too solemn and severe."
Rachel laughed.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "I could not imagine myself not seeing the
fun in things; my only fear is that I shall be too frivolous for them."
Luke did not smile; he was still wondering if he had done right in
bringing Rachel into the midst of all the sadness of his world. She
seemed made for happiness and flowers and the singing of birds. She had
loved the country and the trees and the beauties of the world; and now
he had brought her into a sordid town, and into a poky little house
with the saddest of outlooks. He had never realised, as he did this
afternoon, what he had done.
"Now what are you considering?" she said playfully, as his eyes still
dwelt gravely on her face. "Are you disappointed in me too? Well, if so
you will have to put up with me 'till death us do part.' Are you glad
Luke?" She looked at him over the tea pot, leaning forward towards him,
with the sweetest of smiles.
"It is just that; I am not sure that I am glad," he said slowly.
Rachel laughed again. She knew he did not mean what his words implied.
"Well, here I am, and you must make the best of me. But please don't
look at me any more, but eat your tea or you won't get through your
letters. I wish I could help you to write them."
"That unfortunately you could not do as they are private. However,
there is something else you might do. Do you think you can come with
me to the choir practice and play the organ? Crewse had to go home
on business, and will not be back in time, so if you don't come I
shall have to do my best. But bad is the best; besides if I am paying
attention to the organ, I can't look at the boys. You do play the
organ, don't you?"
"I should love to do it," said Rachel. Here was at least an opportunity
of helping Luke. She had begun to wonder when the chance of doing so
would come her way, as all the posts in the parish seemed to be filled
up, and those that were not were appropriated by her mother-in-law.
"You must not expect a good choir," said Luke. "There are not many
musical people, and what there are, are caught up naturally by the
mother parish. However, we are doing what we can, and you won't anyhow
have to suffer by listening to anthems. I have put down my foot at
that. If anthems are sung I believe in them being sung perfectly, so
that people may not be prevented worshipping God as they listen, by
hearing discordant sounds and wrong notes. So you will be spared that."
Rachel did not think that she would mind even that, so long as Luke was
in the church, but she did not say so.
The church was built of red brick, red both inside and out. It lacked
beauty of architecture, and Rachel missed the wonderful feeling there
is in the thought that for generations worship to God has ascended from
the place. But on the other hand it was kept beautifully clean and was
very airy and bright, and Luke was devoted to it.
Rachel seated at the organ sent up a prayer of thanksgiving, that she
was allowed to help her husband, and hoped fervently that the choir
master might often have to go away on business so that she could take
his place. Moreover, besides the pleasure it gave her to help Luke, she
loved playing the organ, and had been used to doing so in her little
village church at home, and this evening she saw Luke in a new light.
This was the first time she had seen him among his people, and it
interested her much. Also she saw how very much reverence counted in
his estimation. He evidently never forgot that he and his choir were in
Church and in the presence of God, and Rachel noticed how this sense
of God's Presence was communicated to the men and boys, and indeed to
herself. As she played the organ she felt that she was not only serving
Luke, but One much higher than Luke.
When the practice was over and the choir dispersed, he still remembered
that they were in a sacred building and lowered his voice as he spoke
to her, and took her round the church.
"I have it always open," he explained to her, "so that those who live
in crowded rooms can have a quiet place to come and pray."
"And do they come?" asked Rachel.
"I have only once found anyone here," he said, "but I often remind
them of the fact, that it is possible for them to pray in quiet. And
I'm quite determined that the Church shall be kept as it should be. We
Evangelicals, sometimes err in not looking after material things such
as neat hassocks, and dusted benches. We think so much of the spiritual
side of the work, that the material is neglected."
"Our little Church at home, for instance," said Rachel, "the door is
kept shut all the week and so it always has a musty smell on Sunday. It
is such a pity."
"I have heard people remark in discussing St. Mary's Church, that
the way it is kept would put people off going there if they did not
know what a splendid preacher Mr. Simpson is. As it is, the place is
crowded. I don't suppose the Rector has the faintest idea of the state
of his church. He is thinking altogether of more important matters, but
it is a pity. They have not anything like so good a preacher at our
Church," he added, laughing, "but they have a cleaner and more airy
building and I intend that it should be kept so."
"Don't you think Mr. Crewse will be obliging and leave the organ to
me?" said Rachel. "I should love to be your Organist. I play rather
nicely, does he play as well?"
"Not nearly as well. That is to say he does not take pains with the
expression as you do. His great aim seems to be to make the boys sing
loud. However, he has his very good points and I fear I must not fill
up his post," he added. "It would break his heart."
"That would be a bad beginning for me."
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