“Sakes, Evelina! What’s the matter?”
The younger sister had rapidly untied the string, and drawn from its wrappings a round nickel clock of the kind to be bought for a dollar-seventy-five.
“Oh, Ann Eliza, how could you?” She set the clock down, and the sisters exchanged agitated glances across the table.
“Well,” the elder retorted, “AIN’T it your birthday?”
“Yes, but–”
“Well, and ain’t you had to run round the corner to the Square every morning, rain or shine, to see what time it was, ever since we had to sell mother’s watch last July? Ain’t you, Evelina?”
“Yes, but–”
“There ain’t any buts. We’ve always wanted a clock and now we’ve got one: that’s all there is about it. Ain’t she a beauty, Evelina?” Ann Eliza, putting back the kettle on the stove, leaned over her sister’s shoulder to pass an approving hand over the circular rim of the clock. “Hear how loud she ticks. I was afraid you’d hear her soon as you come in.”
“No. I wasn’t thinking,” murmured Evelina.
“Well, ain’t you glad now?” Ann Eliza gently reproached her. The rebuke had no acerbity, for she knew that Evelina’s seeming indifference was alive with unexpressed scruples.
“I’m real glad, sister; but you hadn’t oughter. We could have got on well enough without.”
“Evelina Bunner, just you sit down to your tea. I guess I know what I’d oughter and what I’d hadn’t oughter just as well as you do–I’m old enough!”
“You’re real good, Ann Eliza; but I know you’ve given up something you needed to get me this clock.”
“What do I need, I’d like to know? Ain’t I got a best black silk?” the elder sister said with a laugh full of nervous pleasure.
She poured out Evelina’s tea, adding some condensed milk from the jug, and cutting for her the largest slice of pie; then she drew up her own chair to the table.
The two women ate in silence for a few moments before Evelina began to speak again. “The clock is perfectly lovely and I don’t say it ain’t a comfort to have it; but I hate to think what it must have cost you.”
“No, it didn’t, neither,” Ann Eliza retorted. “I got it dirt cheap, if you want to know. And I paid for it out of a little extra work I did the other night on the machine for Mrs. Hawkins.”
“The baby-waists?”
“Yes.”
“There, I knew it! You swore to me you’d buy a new pair of shoes with that money.”
“Well, and s’posin’ I didn’t want ’em–what then? I’ve patched up the old ones as good as new–and I do declare, Evelina Bunner, if you ask me another question you’ll go and spoil all my pleasure.”
“Very well, I won’t,” said the younger sister.
They continued to eat without farther words. Evelina yielded to her sister’s entreaty that she should finish the pie, and poured out a second cup of tea, into which she put the last lump of sugar; and between them, on the table, the clock kept up its sociable tick.
“Where’d you get it, Ann Eliza?” asked Evelina, fascinated.
“Where’d you s’pose? Why, right round here, over acrost the Square, in the queerest little store you ever laid eyes on. I saw it in the window as I was passing, and I stepped right in and asked how much it was, and the store-keeper he was real pleasant about it. He was just the nicest man. I guess he’s a German. I told him I couldn’t give much, and he said, well, he knew what hard times was too. His name’s Ramy–Herman Ramy: I saw it written up over the store. And he told me he used to work at Tiff’ny’s, oh, for years, in the clock-department, and three years ago he took sick with some kinder fever, and lost his place, and when he got well they’d engaged somebody else and didn’t want him, and so he started this little store by himself. I guess he’s real smart, and he spoke quite like an educated man–but he looks sick.”
Evelina was listening with absorbed attention. In the narrow lives of the two sisters such an episode was not to be under-rated.