What Necessity Knows by Lily Dougall
page 93 of 550 (16%)
page 93 of 550 (16%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
Their mother considered this a sign that they had had enough, and took
their spoons from them. As they scattered from the table Trenholme perceived that, though their heads were covered, their feet were not. Their whole costume consisted of a short blue cotton nightgown and the little knitted cap. When Turrif came in to say that the horse was ready, Trenholme made an effort to present his thanks in saying good-bye to the mistress of the house, but she did not seem to expect or take much notice of these manners. As he went out of the door he looked back to see her bending over the baby in the cradle, and he noticed for the first time that above the cradle there was a little shrine fastened to the wall. It was decked with a crucifix and paper flowers; above was a coloured picture of the Virgin. Trenholme, whose nerves were perhaps more susceptible than usual by reason of the creature set at large by the opening of the coffin, wondered that Turrif should leave his wife and children alone so willingly, without any effort to bar the house and without objection on their part. He knew there was no other house within half a mile, and the darkness that lay on the flat land appeared to give room for a thousand dangers. He expressed this surprise to Turrif, who replied placidly that the good saints took care of women and children--a reply which probably did not go to prove the man's piety so much as the habitual peace of the neighbourhood. The vehicle to which Turrif had harnessed his pony was a small hay cart--that is to say, a cart consisting of a platform on two wheels, and |
|