hurry yourself about paying. It’s hard to be blind, to be sure, else money comes in so easily now to what it used to do; and it’s downright pleasure to earn it, for I do so like singing.”
“I wish I could sing,” said Mary, looking at the sovereign.
“Some has one kind of gifts, and some another. Many’s the time when I could see, that I longed for your beauty, Mary! We’re like childer, ever wanting what we han not got. But now I must say just one more word. Remember, if you’re sore pressed for money, we shall take it very unkind if you donnot let us know. Goodbye to ye.”
In spite of her blindness she hurried away, anxious to rejoin her grandfather, and desirous also to escape from Mary’s expressions of gratitude.
Her visit had done Mary good in many ways. It had strengthened her patience and her hope; it had given her confidence in Margaret’s sympathy; and last, and really least in comforting power (of so little value are silver and gold in comparison to love, that gift in every one’s power to bestow), came the consciousness of the money-value of the sovereign she held in her hand. The many things it might purchase! First of all came the thought of the comfortable supper for her father that very night; and acting instantly upon the idea, she set off in hopes that all the provision shops might not yet be closed, although it was so late.
That night the cottage shone with unusual light and fire gleam; and the father and daughter sat down to a meal they thought almost extravagant. It was so long since they had had enough to eat.
“Food gives heart,” say the Lancashire people; and the next day Mary made time to go and call on Mrs. Wilson, according to Margaret’s advice. She found her quite alone, and more gracious than she had been the last time Mary had visited her. Alice was gone out, she said.
“She would just step up to the post-office, all for no earthly use. For it were to ask if they hadn’t a letter lying there for her from her foster-son, Will Wilson, the sailor-lad.”
“What made her think there were a letter?” asked Mary.
“Why, yo see, a neighbour as has been in Liverpool, telled us Will’s ship were come in. Now he said last time he were in Liverpool, he’d ha’ come to ha’ seen Alice, but his ship had but a week holiday, and hard work for the men in that time, too. So Alice makes sure he’ll come this, and has had her hand behind her ear at every noise in th’ street, thinking it were him. And to-day she were neither to have nor to hold, but off she would go to th’ post, and see if he had na sent her a line to th’ old house near yo. I tried to get her to give up going, for let alone her deafness she’s getten so dark, she cannot see five yards afore her; but no, she would go, poor old body.”
“I did not know her sight failed her; she used to have good eyes enough when she lived near us.”
“Ay, but it’s gone lately a good deal. But you never ask after Jem “—anxious to get in a word on the subject nearest her heart.
“No,” replied Mary, blushing scarlet. “How is he?”
“I cannot justly say how he is, seeing he’s at Halifax; but he were very well when he wrote last Tuesday. Han ye heard o’ his good luck?”
Rather to her disappointment, Mary owned she had heard of the sum his master had paid him for his invention.
“Well! and did not Margaret tell you what he’d done wi’ it? It’s just like him, though, ne’er to say a word about it. Why, when he were paid, what does he do but get his master to help him to buy an income for me and Alice. He had her name put down for her life; but, poor thing, she’ll not be long to the fore, I’m thinking. She’s sadly failed of late. And so, Mary, yo see, we’re two ladies o’ property. It’s a matter o’ twenty pound a year, they tell me. I wish the twins had lived, bless ‘em,” said she, dropping a few tears. “They should ha’ had the best o’ schooling, and their bellyfuls o’ food. I suppose they’re better off in heaven, only I should so like to see ‘em.”
Mary’s heart filled with love at this new proof of Jem’s goodness; but she could not talk about it. She took Jane Wilson’s hand, and pressed it with affection; and then turned the subject to Will, her sailor nephew. Jane was a little bit sorry, but her prosperity had made her gentler, and she did not resent what she felt at Mary’s indifference to Jem and his merits.
“He’s been in Africa, and that neighbourhood, I believe. He’s a fine chap, but he’s not getten Jem’s hair. His has too much o’ the red in it. He sent Alice (but, maybe, she telled you) a matter o’ five pound when he were over before: but that were nought to an income, yo know.”
“It’s not every one that can get a hundred or two at a time,” said Mary.
“No! no! that’s true enough. There’s not many a one like Jem. That’s Alice’s step,” said she, hastening to open the door to her sister-in-law. Alice looked weary, and sad, and dusty. The weariness and the dust would not have been noticed either by her, or the others, if it had not been for the sadness.
“No letters?” said Mrs. Wilson.
“No, none! I must just wait another day to hear fra’ my lad. It’s very dree work, waiting,” said Alice.
Margaret’s words came into Mary’s mind. Every one has their time and kind of waiting.
“If I but knew he were safe, and not drowned!” spoke Alice. “If I but knew he WERE drowned, I would ask grace to say, Thy will be done. It’s the waiting.”
“It’s hard work to be patient to all of us,” said Mary; “I know I find it so, but I did not know one so good as you did, Alice; I shall not think so badly of myself for being a bit impatient, now I’ve heard you say you find it difficult.”
The idea of reproach to Alice was the last in Mary’s mind; and Alice knew it was. Nevertheless, she said—
“Then, my dear, I beg your pardon, and God’s pardon, too, if I’ve weakened your faith, by showing you how feeble mine was. Half our life’s spent in waiting, and it ill becomes one like me, wi’ so many mercies, to grumble. I’ll try and put a bridle o’er my tongue, and my thoughts too.” She spoke in a humble and gentle voice, like one asking forgiveness.
“Come, Alice,” interposed Mrs. Wilson, “don’t fret yoursel for e’er a trifle wrong said here or there. See! I’ve put th’ kettle on, and you and Mary shall ha’ a dish o’ tea in no time.”
So she bustled about, and brought out a comfortable-looking substantial loaf, and set Mary to cut bread and butter, while she rattled out the tea-cups—always a cheerful sound.
