When school was “let out,” Ralph gave Hank every caution that he could about taking cold, and even lent him his overcoat, very much against Hank’s will. For Hank had obstinately refused to go home before the school was dismissed.
Then the master walked out in a quiet and subdued way to spend the noon recess in the woods, while Shocky watched his retreating footsteps with loving admiration. And the pupils not in the secret canvassed the question of who moved the board. Bill Means said he’d bet Hank did it, which set Betsey Short off in an uncontrollable giggle. And Shocky listened innocently.
But that night Bud said slyly: “Thunder and lightning! what a manager you air, Mr. Hartsook!” To which Ralph returned no reply except a friendly smile. Muscle paid tribute to brains that time.
But Ralph had no time for exultation; for just here came the spelling-school.
IV
Spelling Down the Master
“I ’low,” said Mrs. Means, as she stuffed the tobacco into her cob pipe after supper on that eventful Wednesday evening: “I ’low they’ll app’int the Squire to gin out the words tonight. They mos’ always do, you see, kase he’s the peartest13 ole man in this deestrick; and I ’low some of the young fellers would have to git up and dust ef they would keep up to him. And he uses sech remarkable smart words. He speaks so polite, too. But laws! don’t I remember when he was poarer nor Job’s turkey? Twenty year ago, when he come to these ’ere diggin’s, that air Squire Hawkins was a poar Yankee schoolmaster, that said ‘pail’ instid of bucket, and that called a cow a ‘caow,’ and that couldn’t tell to save his gizzard what we meant by ’low14 and by right smart.15 But he’s larnt our ways now, an’ he’s jest as civilized as the rest of us. You would-n know he’d ever been a Yankee. He didn’t stay poar long. Not he. He jest married a right rich girl! He! he!” And the old woman grinned at Ralph, and then at Mirandy, and then at the rest, until Ralph shuddered. Nothing was so frightful to him as to be fawned on by this grinning ogre, whose few lonesome, blackish teeth seemed ready to devour him. “He didn’t stay poar, you bet a hoss!” and with this the coal was deposited on the pipe, and the lips began to crack like parchment as each puff of smoke escaped. “He married rich, you see,” and here another significant look at the young master, and another fond look at Mirandy, as she puffed away reflectively. “His wife hadn’t no book-larnin’. She’d been through the spellin’-book wunst, and had got as fur as ‘asperity’ on it a second time. But she couldn’t read a word when she was married, and never could. She warn’t overly smart. She hadn’t hardly got the sense the law allows. But schools was skase in them air days, and, besides, book-larnin’ don’t do no good to a woman. Makes her stuck up. I never knowed but one gal in my life as had ciphered into fractions, and she was so dog-on stuck up that she turned up her nose one night at a apple-peelin’ bekase I tuck a sheet off the bed to splice out the tablecloth, which was rather short. And the sheet was mos’ clean too. Had-n been slep on more’n wunst or twicet. But I was goin’ fer to say that when Squire Hawkins married Virginny Gray he got a heap o’ money, or, what’s the same thing mostly, a heap o’ good land. And that’s better’n book-larnin’, says I. Ef a gal had gone clean through all eddication, and got to the rule of three itself, that would-n buy a featherbed. Squire Hawkins jest put eddication agin the gal’s farm, and traded even, an’ ef ary one of ’em got swindled, I never heerd no complaints.”
And here she looked at Ralph in triumph, her hard face splintering into the hideous semblance of a smile. And Mirandy cast a blushing, gushing, all-imploring, and all-confiding look on the young master.
“I say, ole woman,” broke in old Jack, “I say, wot is all this ’ere spoutin’ about the Square fer?” and old Jack, having bit off an ounce of “pigtail,” returned the plug to his pocket.
As for Ralph, he fell into a sort of terror. He had a guilty feeling that this speech of the old lady’s had somehow committed him beyond recall to Mirandy. He did not see visions of breach-of-promise suits. But he trembled at the thought of an avenging big brother.
“Hanner, you kin come along, too, ef you’re a mind, when you git the dishes washed,” said Mrs. Means to the bound girl, as she shut and latched the back door. The Means family had built a new house in front of the old one, as a sort of advertisement of bettered circumstances, an eruption of shoddy feeling; but when the new building was completed, they found themselves unable to occupy it for anything else than a lumber room, and so, except a parlor which Mirandy had made an effort to furnish a little (in hope of the blissful time when somebody should “set up” with her of evenings), the new building was almost unoccupied, and the
