up from the cellar singing “Bounding Billows,” with a swashing
and scrubbing accompaniment which suggested that she was
actually enjoying a “life on the ocean wave.” Merry, in her neat
cap and apron, stood smiling over her work as she deftly rolled and
clipped, filled and covered, finding a certain sort of pleasure in
doing it well, and adding interest to it by crimping the crust,
making pretty devices with strips of paste and star-shaped
prickings of the fork.
“Good-will giveth skill,” says the proverb, and even particular Mrs.
Grant was satisfied when she paused to examine the pastry with
her experienced eye.
“You are a handy child and a credit to your bringing up, though I
do say it. Those are as pretty pies as I’d wish to eat, if they bake
well, and there’s no reason why they shouldn’t.”
“May I make some tarts or rabbits of these bits? The boys like
them, and I enjoy modelling this sort of thing,” said Merry, who
was trying to mould a bird, as she had seen Ralph do with clay to
amuse Jill while the bust was going on.
“No, dear; there’s no time for knick-knacks to-day. The beets ought
to be on this minute. Run and get ’em, and be sure you scrape the
carrots well.”
Poor Merry put away the delicate task she was just beginning to
like, and taking a pan went down cellar, wishing vegetables could
be grown without earth, for she hated to put her hands in dirty
water. A word of praise to Roxy made that grateful scrubber leave
her work to poke about in the root-cellar, choosing “sech as was
pretty much of a muchness, else they wouldn’t bile even”; so Merry
was spared that part of the job, and went up to scrape and wash
without complaint, since it was for father. She was repaid at noon
by the relish with which he enjoyed his dinner, for Merry tried to
make even a boiled dish pretty by arranging the beets, carrots,
turnips, and potatoes in contrasting colors, with the beef hidden
under the cabbage leaves.
“Now, I’ll rest and read for an hour, then I’ll rake my garden, or run
down town to see Molly and get some seeds,” she thought to
herself, as she put away the spoons and glasses, which she liked to
wash, that they might always be clear and bright.
“If you’ve done all your own mending, there’s a heap of socks to be
looked over. Then I’ll show you about darning the tablecloths. I do
hate to have a stitch of work left over till Monday,” said Mrs.
Grant, who never took naps, and prided herself on sitting down to
her needle at 3 P.M. every day.
“Yes, mother”; and Merry went slowly upstairs, feeling that a part
of Saturday ought to be a holiday after books and work all the
week. As she braided up her hair, her eye fell upon the reflection
of her own face in the glass. Not a happy nor a pretty one just then,
and Merry was so unaccustomed to seeing any other, that
involuntarily the frown smoothed itself out, the eyes lost their
weary look, the drooping lips curved into a smile, and, leaning her
elbows on the bureau, she shook her head at herself, saying, half
aloud, as she glanced at Ivanhoe lying near,
“You needn’t look so cross and ugly just because you can’t have
what you want. Sweeping, baking, and darning are not so bad as
being plagued with lovers and carried off and burnt at the stake, so
I won’t envy poor Rebecca her jewels and curls and romantic
times, but make the best of my own.”
Then she laughed, and the bright face came back into the mirror,
looking like an old friend, and Merry went on dressing with care,
for she took pleasure in her own little charms, and felt a sense of
comfort in knowing that she could always have one pretty thing to
look at if she kept her own face serene and sweet. It certainly
looked so as it bent over the pile of big socks half an hour later,
and brightened with each that was laid aside. Her mother saw it,
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