Why not make it twelve?
There is luck in odd numbers. I am the eleventh. I like it.
Thou might have made it ten. There is one girl on thy list it would be better without.
Art thou thinking of Sunna Vedder, Mother?
Yes, I am thinking of Sunna Vedder.
Well and good. But if Sunna is not here, Boris would feel as if there was no one present. It is Sunna he wants to see. It is Sunna he wants to please. He says he is so sorry for her.
Why?
Because she has to live with old Vedder who is nothing but a bookworm.
Vedder is a very clever man. The Bishop was saying that.
Yes, in a way he was saying it, but
The Bishop was not liking the books he was studying. He said they did men and women no good. Thy father was telling me many things. Yes, so it is! The Vedders are counted queerthey are different from thee and me, andthe Bishop.
And the Dominie?
That may well be. Thy father has a will for Boris to marry Andrina Thorkel.
Boris will never marry Andrina. It would be great bad luck if he did. Many speak ill of her. She has a temper to please the devil. I was hearing she would marry Scot Keppoch. That would do; for then they would not spoil two houses.
Tell thy father thy thought, and he will give thee thy answer;but why talk of the Future and the Maybe? The Now is the hour of the wise, so I will go upstairs and lay out some proper clothing and do thou get thy father to dress himself, as Conall Ragnor ought to do.
That may not be easy to manage.
Few things are beyond thy say-so. Then she lifted her work-bag and left the room.
During this conversation Conall Ragnor had been slowly making his way home, after leaving his warehouse when the work of the day was done. Generally he liked his walk through the town to his homestead, which was just outside the town limits. It was often pleasant and flattering. The women came to their doors to watch him, or to speak to him, and their admiration and friendliness was welcome. For many years he had been used to it, but he had not in the least outgrown the thrill of satisfaction it gave him. And often he wondered if his wife noticed the good opinion that the ladies of Kirkwall had for her husband.
Of course she does, he commented, but a great wonder it would be if my Rahal should speak of it. In that hour she would be out of the commodity of pride, or she would have forgotten herself entirely.
This day he had received many good-natured greetingsJenny Torrie had told him that the Sea Gull was just coming into harbour, and so heavy with cargo that the sea was worrying at her gunwale; then Mary Inksterfrom the other side of the streetadded, Both handsseen and unseenare full, Captain, Ill warrant that!
Dont thee warrant beyond thy knowledge, Mary, answered Ragnor, with a laugh. The Sea Gull may have hands; she has no tongue.
All that touches the Sea Gull is a thing by itself, cried pretty Astar Graff, whose husband was one of the Sea Gulls crew.
So, then, Astar, she takes her own at point and edge. That is her way, and her right, replied Ragnor.
Thus up the narrow street, from one side or the other, Conall Ragnor was greeted. Good wishes and good advice, with now and then a careful innuendo, were freely given and cheerfully taken; and certainly the recipient of so much friendly notice was well pleased with its freedom and good will. He came into his own house with the smiling amiability of a man who has had all the wrinkles of the days business smoothed and soothed out of him.
Looking round the room, he was rather glad his wife was not there. She was generally cool about such attentions, and secretly offended by their familiarity. For she was not only a reader and a thinker, she was also a great observer, and she had seen and considered the slow but sure coming of that spirit of progress, which would break up their isolation and, with it, the social privileges of her class. However, she kept all her fears on this subject in her heart. Not even to Thora would she talk of them lest she might be an inciter of thoughts that would raise up a class who would degrade her own: Few people can be trusted with a dangerous thought, and who can tell where spoken words go to. And this idea, she knit, or stitched, into every garment her fingers fashioned.
So, then, it was quite in keeping with her character to pass by Conalls little social enthusiasms with a chilling indifference, and if any wonder or complaint was made of this attitude, to reply:
When men and women of thine own worth and station bow down to thee, Conall, then thou will find Rahal Ragnor among them; but I do not mingle my words with those of the men and women who sort goose feathers, and pack eggs and gut fish for the salting. Thy wife, Conall, looks up, and not down.
Well, then, as Rahal knew that the safe return of Boris with the Sea Gull would possibly be an occasion for these friendly familiarities, she wisely took herself out of the way of hearing anything about it. And it is a great achievement when we learn the limit of our power to please. Conall Ragnor had not quite mastered the lesson in twenty-six years. Very often, yet, he had a half-alive hope that these small triumphs of his daily life might at length awaken in his wifes breast a sympathetic pleasure. Today it was allied with the return of Boris and his ship, and he thought this event might atone for whatever was repugnant.
And yet, after all, when he saw no one but Thora present, he had a sense of relief. He told her all that had been said and done, and added such incidents of Boris and the ship as he thought would please her. She laughed and chatted with him, and listened with unabated pleasure to the very end, indeed, until he said: Now, then, I must stop talking. I dare say there are many things to look after, for Boris told me he would be home for dinner at six oclock. Till that hour I will take a little nap on the sofa.
But first, my Father, thou wilt go and dress. Everything is ready for thee, and mother is dressed, and as for Thora, is she not pretty tonight?
Thou art the fairest of all women here, if I know anything about beauty. Wolf Baikie will be asking the first dance with thee.
That dance is thine. Mother has given thee to me for that dance.
To me? That is very agreeable. I am proud to be thy father.
Then go and dress thyself. I am particular about my partners.
Dress! What is wrong with my dress?
Everything! Not an article in it is worthy of thee and the occasion.
I tell thee, all is as it should be. I am not minded to change it in any way.
Yes; to please Thora, thou wilt make some changes. Do, my Father. I love thee so! I am so proud of thy figure, and thou can show even Wolf Baikie how he ought to dance.
Well, then, just for theeI will wash and put on fresh linen.
And comb thy beautiful hair. If thou but wet it, then it curls so that any girl would envy thee. And all the women would say that it was from thee, Thora got her bright, brown, curly hair.
To comb my hair? That is but a trifle. I will do it to please thee.
And thou wilt wet it, to make it curl?
That I will do alsoto please thee.
Then, as we are to dance together, thou wilt put on thy fine white socks, and thy Spanish leather shoesthe pair that have the bright buckles on the instep. Yes, thou wilt do me that great favour.
Thou art going too far; I will not do that.
Thou art going too far; I will not do that.
Not for thy daughter Thora? and she laid her cheek against his cheek, and whispered with a kiss, Yes, thou wilt wear the buckled shoes for Thora. They will look so pretty in the dance: and Wolf Baikie cannot toss his head at thy boots, as he did at Aunt Brodies Christmas dinner.
Did he do that thing?
I saw him, and I would not dance with him because of it.
Thou did right. Thy Aunt Barbara
Is my aunt, and thy eldest sister. All she does is square and upright; what she says, it were well for the rest of the town to take heed to. It would please Aunt if thou showed Wolf Baikie thou had dancing shoes and also knew right well how to step in them.
Well, then, thou shalt have thy way. I will wash, I will comb my hair, I will put on clean linen and white socks and my buckled shoes. That is all I will do! I will not change my suitno, I will not!
Father!
Well, then, what call for Father now?
I want thee to wear thy kirk suit.
I will not! No, I will not! The flannel suit is good enough for any man.
Yes, if it were clean and sweet, and had no fish scales on it, and no fish smell in it. And even hereat the very end of the worldthy friend, the good Bishop, wears black broadcloth and all gentlemen copy him. If Thora was thy sweetheart, instead of thy own dear daughter, she would not dance with thee in anything but thy best suit.
It seems to me, my own dear daughter, that very common people wear kirk toggery. When I go to the hotels in Edinburgh, or Aberdeen, or Inverness, I find all the men who wait on other men are in kirk clothes; and if I go to a theatre, the men who wait on the crowd there wear kirk clothes, and
Thy Bishop also wears black broadcloth.
That will be because of his piety and humility. I am not as pious and humble as I might be. No, indeed! Not in everything can I humour thee, and trouble myself; but this thing is what I will doI have a new suit of fine blue flannel; last night I brought it home. At McVitties it was made, and well it fits me. For thy sake I will wear it. This is the end of our talk. No more will I do.
Thou dear father! It is enough! With a thousand kisses I thank thee.
Too many kisses! Too many kisses! Thou shalt give me five when we finish our dance; one for my curled hair, and one for my white, fresh linen, and one for my socks, and one for my buckled shoes, and the last for my new blue suit. And in that bargain thou wilt get the best of me, so one favour in return from thee I must have.
Dear Father, thy will is my will. What is thy wish?
I want thy promise not to dance with Wolf Baikie. Because of his sneer I am coaxed to dress as I do not want to dress. Well, then, I will take his place with thee, and every dance he asks from thee is to be given to me.
Without a moments hesitation Thora replied: That agreement does not trouble me. It will be to my great satisfaction. So, then, thou art no nearer to getting the best of the bargain.
Thou art a clever, handsome little baggage. But my promises I will keep, and it is well for me to be about them. Time flies talking to thee, and he looked at his watch and said, It is now five minutes past five.
Then thou must make some haste. Dinner is set for six oclock.
Dost thou think I will fiddle-faddle about myself like a woman?
But thou must wash
In the North Sea I wash me every morning. Before thou hast opened thy eyes I have had my bath and my swim in the salt water.
There is rain water in thy room; try it for a change. And he answered her with a roar of laughter far beyond Thoras power to imitate. But with it ringing in her heart and ears she saw him go to a spare room to keep his promises. Then she hastened to her mother.
Whatever is the matter with thy father, Thora?
He has promised to wash and dress. I got all I asked for.
Will he change his suit?
He has a fine new suit. It was hid away in Aunts room.
What made him do such a childish thing?
To please thee, it was done. It was to be a surprise, I think.
I will go to him.
No, no, Mother! Let father have the pleasure he planned. To thee he will come, as soon as he is dressed.
Am I right? From top to toe?
From top to toe just as thou should be. The white roses in thy cap look lovely with the violet silk gown. Very pretty art thou, dear Mother.
I can still wear roses, but they are white roses now. I used to wear pink, Thora.
Pink and crimson and yellow roses thou may wear yet. Because white roses go best with violet I put that colour in thy cap for tonight. Think of what my aunt said when thou complained to her of growing old, Rahal, the mother of twelve sons and daughters is always young. Now I will run away, for my father does everything quickly.
In about ten or fifteen minutes, Rahal Ragnor heard him coming. Then she stood up and watched the swift throwing open of the door, and the entrance of her husband. With a cry of pleasure she clapped her hands and said joyfully:
Oh, Coll! Oh, my dear Coll! and the next moment Coll kissed her.
Thou hast made thyself so handsomejust to please me!
Yes, for thee! Who else is there? Do I please thee now?
Always thou pleases me! But tonight, I have fallen in love with thee over again!
And yet Thora wanted me to wear my kirk suit, and he walked to the glass and looked with great satisfaction at himself. I think this suit is more becoming.
My dear Coll, thou art right. A good blue flannel suit is a mans natural garment. To everyone, rich and poor, it is becoming. If thou always dressed as thou art now dressed, I should never have the heart or spirit to contradict thee. Thou could have thy own way, year in and year out.
Is that the truth, my dear Rahal? Or is it a compliment?
It is the very truth, dear one!
From this hour, then, I will dress to thy wish and pleasure.
She stepped quickly to his side and whispered: In that case, there will not be in all Scotland a more distinguished and proper man than Conall Ragnor!
And in a large degree Conall Ragnor was worthy of all the fine things his wife said to him. The new clothes fell gracefully over his grand figure; he stepped out freely in the light easy shoes he was wearing; there was not a single thing stiff or tight or uncomfortable about him. Even his shirt collar fell softly round his throat, and the bright crimson necktie passed under it was unrestrained by anything but a handsome pin, which left his throat bare and gave the scarf permission to hang as loosely as a sailors.
At length Rahal said, I see that Boris and the ship are safely home again.
Ship and cargo safe in port, and every man on board well and hearty. On the stroke of six he will be here. He said so, and Boris keeps his word. I hear the sound of talking and laughing. Let us go to meet them.
They came in a merry company, Boris, with Sunna Vedder on his arm leading them. They came joyously; singing, laughing, chattering, making all the noise that youth seems to think is essential to pleasure. However, I shall not describe this evening. A dinner-dance is pretty much alike in all civilized and semi-civilized communities. It will really be more descriptive to indicate a few aspects in which this function of amusement differed from one of the same kind given last night in a fashionable home or hotel in New York.
First, the guests came all together from some agreed-upon rendezvous. They walked, for private carriages were very rare and there were none for hire. However, this walking party was generally a very pleasant introduction to a more pleasant and intimate evening. The women were wrapped up in their red or blue cloaks, and the men carried their dancing slippers, fans, bouquets, and other small necessities of the ballroom.