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Brownsmith's Boy: A Romance in a Garden, a novel by George Manville Fenn |
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Chapter 3. Old Brownsmith's Visitor |
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_ CHAPTER THREE. OLD BROWNSMITH'S VISITOR The time glided on, but I did not go to the garden again, for my mother felt that we must not put ourselves under so great an obligation to a stranger. Neither did I take her over for a walk, but we sat at the window a great deal after lesson time; and whenever I was alone and Shock was within sight, he used to indulge in some monkey-like gesture, all of which seemed meant to show me what a very little he thought of me. At the end of a fortnight, as I was sitting at the window talking to a boy who went to a neighbouring school, and telling him why I did not go, a great clod of earth came over the wall and hit the boy in the back. "Who's that!" he cried sharply. "Did you shy that lump?" "No," I said; and before I could say more, he cried: "I know. It was Brownsmith's baboon shied that. Only let us get him out in the fields, we'll give it him. You know him, don't you?" "Do you mean Shock?" I said. "Yes, that ragged old dirty chap," he cried. "You can see him out of your window, can't you?" "I can sometimes," I said; "but I can't now." "That's because he's sneaking along under the wall. Never mind; we'll pay him some day if he only comes out." "Doesn't he come out then?" "No. He's nobody's boy, and sleeps in the sheds over there. One of Brownsmith's men picked him up in the road, and brought him home in one of the market carts. Brownsmith sent him to the workhouse, but he always runs away and comes back. He's just like a monkey, ain't he? Here, I must go; but I say, why don't you ask your ma to let you come and play with us; we have rare games down the meadows, bathing, and wading, and catching dace?" "I should like to come," I said dolefully. "Ah, there's no end of things to see down there--water-rats and frogs; and there's a swan's nest, with the old bird sitting; and don't the old cock come after you savage if you go near! Oh, we do have rare games there on half-holidays! I wish you'd come." "I should like to," I said. "Ain't too proud; are you?" "Oh no!" I said, shaking my head. "Because I was afraid you were. Well, I shall catch it if I stop any longer. I say, is your ma better?" I shook my head. "Ain't going to die, is she?" "Oh no!" I said sharply. "That's all right. Well, you get her to let you come. What's your name?" "Grant," I said. "Grant! Grant what?" "Dennison." "Oh, all right, Grant! I shall call for you next half-holiday; and mind you come." "Stop a moment," I said. "What's your name?" "George Day," he replied; and then my new friend trotted off, swinging half-a-dozen books at the end of a strap, and I sat at the window wishing that I too could go to school and have a strap to put round my books and swing them, for my life seemed very dull. All at once I saw something amongst the bristly young shoots of the plum-trees along the wall, and on looking more attentively I made out that it was the top of Shock's straw head-piece with the lid gone, and the hair sticking out in the most comical way. I watched him intently, fully expecting to see another great clod of earth come over, and wishing I had something to throw back at him; but I had nothing but a flower-pot with a geranium in it, and the shells upon the chimney-piece, and they were Mrs Beeton's, and I didn't like to take them. The head came a little higher till the whole of the straw bonnet crown was visible, and I could just make out the boy's eyes. Of course he was watching me, and I sat and watched him, feeling that he must have turned one of the trained plum-trees into a ladder, and climbed up; and I found myself wondering whether he had knocked off any of the young fruit. Then, as he remained perfectly still, watching me, I began to wonder why he should be so fond of taking every opportunity he could find to stare at me; and then I wondered what old Brownsmith would say to him, or do, if he came slowly up behind him and caught him climbing up his beautifully trained trees. Just then I heard a loud cough that I knew was old Brownsmith's, for I had heard it dozens of times, and Shock's head disappeared as if by magic. I jumped up to see, for I felt sure that Shock was going to catch it, and then I saw that old Brownsmith was not in his garden, but in the lane on our side, and that he was close beneath the window looking up at me. He nodded, and I had just made up my mind that I would not complain about Shock, when there was a loud thump of the knocker, and directly after I heard the door open, a heavy step in the passage, the door closed, and then the sound of old Brownsmith wiping his shoes on the big mat. His shoes could not have wanted wiping, for it was a very dry day, but he kept on rub--rub--rub, till Mrs Beeton, who waited upon us as well as let us her apartments, came upstairs, knocked at my mother's door, and went down again. Then there was old Brownsmith's heavy foot on the stair, and he was shown in to where I was waiting. "Mrs Dennison will be here directly," said our landlady, and the old man smiled pleasantly at me. I say old man, for he was in my eyes a very old man, though I don't suppose he was far beyond fifty; but he was very grey, and grey hairs in those days meant to me age. "How do?" he said as soon as he saw me. "Being such a nigh neighbour I thought I'd come and pay my respects." He had a basket in his hand, and just then my mother entered, and he turned and began backing before her on to me. "Like taking a liberty," he said in his rough way, "but your son and me's old friends, ma'am, and I've brought you a few strawberries before they're over." Before my mother could thank him he went on: "Been no rain, you see, and the sun's ripening of 'em off so fast. A few flowers, too, not so good as they should be, ma'am, but he said you liked flowers." I saw the tears stand in my mother's eyes as she thanked him warmly for his consideration, and begged him to sit down. But no. He was too busy. Lot of people getting ready for market and he was wanted at home, he said, but he thought he would bring those few strawberries and flowers. "I told him, you know, how welcome you'd be," he continued. "Garden's always open to you, ma'am. Come often. Him too." He was at the door as he said this, and nodding and bowing he backed out, while I followed him downstairs to open the door. "Look here," he said, offending me directly by catching hold of one end of my neckerchief, "you bring her over, and look here," he went on in a severe whisper, "you be a good boy to her, and try all you can to make her happy. Do you hear?" "_Yes_, sir," I said. "I do try." "That's right. Don't you worry her, because--because it's my opinion that she couldn't bear it, and boys are such fellows. Now you mind." "Yes, sir," I said, "I'll mind;" and he went away, while, when I returned to the room where my mother was holding the flowers to her face, and seeming as if their beauty and sweetness were almost more than she could bear, I glanced towards the window, and there once more, with his head just above the wall, and peering through the thick bristling twigs, was that boy Shock, watching our window till old Brownsmith reached his gate. Hardly a week had passed before the old man got hold of me as I was going by his gate, taking me as usual by the end of my tie and leading me down the garden to cut some more flowers. "You haven't brought her yet," he said. "Look here, if you don't bring her I shall think you are too proud." "He shall not think that," my mother said; and for the next week or two she went across for a short time every day, while I walked beside her, for her to lean upon my shoulder, and to carry the folding seat so that she might sit down from time to time. Upon these occasions I never saw Shock, and old Brownsmith never came near us. It was as if he wanted us to have the garden to ourselves for these walks, and to a great extent we did. Of course I used to notice how often I had to spread out that chair for her to sit down under the shady trees; but I thought very little more of it. She was weak. Well, I knew that; but some people were weak, I said, and some were strong, and she would be better when it was not so hot. _ |
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