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III. The Schoolhouse.
FOR some days
after this, Mrs. Todd's customers came and went past my windows, and,
haying-time being nearly over, strangers began to arrive from the inland
country, such was her widespread reputation. Sometimes I saw a pale young
creature like a white windflower left over into midsummer, upon whose face
consumption had set its bright and wistful mark; but oftener two stout,
hard-worked women from the farms came together, and detailed their symptoms to
Mrs. Todd in loud and cheerful voices, combining the satisfactions of a
friendly gossip with the medical opportunity. They seemed to give much from
their own store of therapeutic learning. I became aware of the school in which
my landlady had strengthened her natural gift; but hers was always the
governing mind, and the final command, "Take of hy'sop one handful"
(or whatever herb it was), was received in respectful silence. One afternoon,
when I had listened, — it was impossible not to listen, with cottonless ears, —
and then laughed and listened again, with an idle pen in my hand, during a
particularly spirited and personal conversation, I reached for my hat, and,
taking blotting-book and all under my arm, I resolutely fled further
temptation, and walked out past the fragrant green garden and up the dusty
road. The way went straight uphill, and presently I stopped and turned to look
back. The tide was
in, the wide harbor was surrounded by its dark woods, and the small wooden
houses stood as near as they could get to the landing. Mrs. Todd's was the last
house on the way inland. The gray ledges of the rocky shore were well covered
with sod in most places, and the pasture bayberry and wild roses grew thick
among them. I could see the higher inland country and the scattered farms. On the
brink of the hill stood a little white schoolhouse, much wind-blown and
weather-beaten, which was a landmark to seagoing folk; from its door there was
a most beautiful view of sea and shore. The summer vacation now prevailed, and
after finding the door unfastened, and taking a long look through one of the
seaward windows, and reflecting afterward for some time in a shady place near
by among the bayberry bushes, I returned to the chief place of business in the
village, and, to the amusement of two of the selectmen, brothers and autocrats
of Dunnet Landing, I hired the schoolhouse for the rest of the vacation for
fifty cents a week. Selfish as it
may appear, the retired situation seemed to possess great advantages, and I
spent many days there quite undisturbed, with the sea-breeze blowing through
the small, high windows and swaying the heavy outside shutters to and fro. I
hung my hat and luncheon-basket on an entry nail as if I were a small scholar,
but I sat at the teacher's desk as if I were that great authority, with all the
timid empty benches in rows before me. Now and then an idle sheep came and
stood for a long time looking in at the door. At sundown I went back, feeling
most businesslike, down toward the village again, and usually met the flavor,
not of the herb garden, but of Mrs. Todd's hot supper, halfway up the hill. On
the nights when there were evening meetings or other public exercises that
demanded her presence we had tea very early, and I was welcomed back as if from
a long absence. Once or twice I feigned excuses for staying at home, while Mrs. Todd made distant excursions, and came home late, with both hands full and a heavily laden apron. This was in pennyroyal time, and when the rare lobelia was in its prime and the elecampane was coming on. One day she appeared at the schoolhouse itself, partly out of amused curiosity about my industries; but she explained that there was no tansy in the neighborhood with such snap to it as some that grew about the schoolhouse lot. Being scuffed down all the spring made it grow so much the better, like some folks that had it hard in their youth, and were bound to make the most of themselves before they died. |