<h2 id="id00510" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER V</h2>
<h5 id="id00511">HOW THE COOK-LADY FOUND HER LEVEL</h5>
<p id="id00512" style="margin-top: 2em">Two days later, the morning mail brought relief—not too soon, for
there was evidence that the battle between the housekeeper and the
cook-lady could not be much longer delayed, and Sarah was going about
with a face of wooden agony that gave Norah a chilly feeling whenever
she encountered her. Allenby alone retained any cheerfulness; and
much of that was due to ancient military discipline. Therefore Mrs.
Moroney's letter was hailed with acclamation. "Two maids she can
recommend, bless her heart!" said Mr. Linton. "She doesn't label
their particular activities, but says they'll be willing to do
anything at all."</p>
<p id="id00513">"That's the kind I like," said Norah thankfully.</p>
<p id="id00514">"And their names are Bride Kelly and Katty O'Gorman; doesn't that
bring Killard and brown bogs back to you? And—oh, by Jove!"</p>
<p id="id00515">"What is it?" demanded his family, in unison.</p>
<p id="id00516">"This is what it is. 'I don't know would your honour remember Con
Hegarty, that was shofer to Sir John at Rathcullen, and a decent boy
with one leg and he after coming back from the war. He have no job
since Sir John died, and he bid me tell you he'd be proud to drive a
car for you, and to be with ye all. And if he have only one leg
itself he's as handy as any one with two or more. Sir John had him
with him at Homewood, and he knows the car that's there, and 'tis the
way if you had a job for him he could take the two girls over when he
went, and he used to travelling the world.' That's all, I think," Mr.
Linton ended.</p>
<p id="id00517">"What luck!" Jim ejaculated. "We couldn't have a better chauffeur."</p>
<p id="id00518">"I wonder we never thought of Con," said his father. "A nice boy; I'd
like to have him."</p>
<p id="id00519">"So would I," added Norah. "When will you get them, Dad?"</p>
<p id="id00520">"I'll write at once and send a cheque for their fares," said her
father. "I'll tell them to send me a telegram when they start." He
rose to leave the room. "What are you going to do this morning,
children?"</p>
<p id="id00521" style="margin-top: 2em">"We're all turning out the cottage," Norah answered promptly. "I
haven't told Sarah; she disapproves of me so painfully if I do any
work, and hurts my feelings by always doing it over again, if
possible. At the same time, she looks so unhappy about working at
all, and sighs so often, that I don't feel equal to telling her that
the cottage has to be done. So Jim and Wally have nobly volunteered
to help me."</p>
<p id="id00522">"Don't knock yourself up," said her father. "Will you want me?"</p>
<p id="id00523">"No—unless you like to come as a guest and sit still and do nothing.<br/>
My two housemaids and I can easily finish off that little job.<br/>
There's not really a great deal to do," Norah added; "the place is<br/>
very clean. Only one likes to have everything extra nice when Tired<br/>
People come."<br/></p>
<p id="id00524">"Well, I'm not coming to sit still and do nothing," said her father
firmly, "so I'll stay at home and write letters." He watched them
from the terrace a little later, racing across the lawn, and smiled a
little. It was so unlikely that this long-legged family of his would
ever really grow up.</p>
<p id="id00525">The house was very quiet that morning. Mrs. Atkins and Miss de Lisle
having quarrelled over the question of dinner, had retreated, the one
to the housekeeper's room, the other to the kitchen. Sarah went about
her duties sourly. Allenby was Sarah's uncle, and, as such, felt some
duty to her, which he considered he had discharged in getting her a
good place; beyond that, Sarah frankly bored him, and he saw no reason
to let her regard him as anything else than a butler. "Bad for
discipline, too!" he reflected. Therefore Allenby was lonely. He
read the <i>Daily Mail</i> in the seclusion of his pantry, and then,
strolling through the hall, with a watchful eye alert lest a speck of
dust should have escaped Sarah, he saw his master cross the garden and
strike across the park in the direction of Hawkins' farm. Every one
else was out, Allenby knew not where. An impulse for fresh air fell
upon him, and he sauntered towards the shrubbery.</p>
<p id="id00526">Voices and laughter came to him from the cottage. He pushed through
the shrubs and found himself near a window; and, peeping through,
received a severe shock to his well-trained nerves. Norah, enveloped
in a huge apron, was energetically polishing the kitchen tins; the
boys, in their shirt-sleeves, were equally busy, Wally scrubbing the
sink with Monkey soap, and Jim blackleading the stove. It was very
clear that work was no new thing to any of the trio. Allenby gasped
with horror.</p>
<p id="id00527">"Officers, too!" he ejaculated. "What's the world coming to, I
wonder!" He hesitated a moment, and then walked round to the back
door.</p>
<p id="id00528">"May I come in, please, miss?"</p>
<p id="id00529">"Oh, come in, Allenby," Norah said, a little confused. "We're busy,
you see. Did you want anything?"</p>
<p id="id00530">"No, miss, thank you. But really, miss—I could 'ave got a woman from
the village for you, to do all this. Or Sarah."</p>
<p id="id00531" style="margin-top: 2em">"Sarah has quite enough to do," said Norah.</p>
<p id="id00532">"Indeed, Sarah's not killed with work," said that damsel's uncle. "I
don't like to see you soilin' your 'ands, miss. Nor the gentlemen."</p>
<p id="id00533">"The gentlemen are all right," said Wally cheerfully. "Look at this
sink, now, Allenby; did you ever see anything better?"</p>
<p id="id00534">"It's—it's not right," murmured Allenby unhappily. He threw off his
black coat suddenly, and advanced upon Jim. "If you please, sir, I'll
finish that stove."</p>
<p id="id00535">"That you won't," said Jim. "Thanks all the same, Allenby, but I'm
getting used to it now." He laughed. "Besides, don't you forget that
you're a butler?"</p>
<p id="id00536">"I can't forget that you're an officer, sir," said Allenby,
wretchedly. "It's not right: think of the regiment. And Miss Norah.
Won't you let me 'elp sir?"</p>
<p id="id00537">"You can clean the paint, Allenby," said Norah, taking pity on his
distressed face. "But there's really no need to keep you."</p>
<p id="id00538">"If you'd only not mind telling any of them at the 'ouse what I was
doing," said the butler anxiously. "It 'ud undermine me position.
There's that Miss de Lisle, now—she looks down on everybody enough
without knowin' I was doin' any job like this."</p>
<p id="id00539">"She shall never know," said Jim tragically, waving a blacklead brush.
"Now I'm off to do the dining-room grate. If you're deadly anxious to
work, Allenby, you could wash this floor—couldn't he, Norah?"</p>
<p id="id00540">"Thanks very much, sir," said Allenby gratefully, "I'll leave this
place all right—just shut the door, sir, and don't you bother about
it any more."</p>
<p id="id00541">"However did you dare, Jim?" breathed Norah, as the cleaning party
moved towards the dining-room. "Do you think a butler ever washed a
floor before?"</p>
<p id="id00542">"Can't say," said Jim easily. "I'm regarding him more as a sergeant
than a butler, for the moment—not that I can remember seeing a
sergeant wash a floor, either. But he seemed anxious to help, so why
not let him? It won't hurt him; he's getting disgracefully fat. And
there's plenty to do."</p>
<p id="id00543">"Heaps," said Wally cheerily. "Where's that floor-polish, Nor? These
boards want a rub. What are you going to do?"</p>
<p id="id00544">"Polish brass," said Norah, beginning on a window-catch. "When I grow
up I think I'll be an architect, and then I'll make the sort of house
that women will care to live in."</p>
<p id="id00545">"What sort's that?" asked Jim.</p>
<p id="id00546">"I don't know what the outside will be like. But it won't have any
brass to keep clean, or any skirting-boards with pretty tops to catch
dust, or any corners in the rooms. Brownie and I used to talk about
it. All the cupboards will be built in, so's no dust can get under
them, and the windows will have some patent dodge to open inwards when
they want cleaning. And there'll be built-in washstands in every
room, with taps and plugs——"</p>
<p id="id00547">"Brass taps?" queried Wally.</p>
<p id="id00548">"Certainly not."</p>
<p id="id00549">"What then?"</p>
<p id="id00550">"Oh—something. Something that doesn't need to be kept pretty. And
then there will be heaps of cupboard-room and heaps of
shelf-room—only all the shelves will be narrow, so that nothing can
be put behind anything else."</p>
<p id="id00551">"Whatever do you mean?" asked Jim.</p>
<p id="id00552">"She means dead mice—you know they get behind bottles of jam," said<br/>
Wally kindly. "Go on, Nor, you talk like a book."<br/></p>
<p id="id00553">"Well, dead mice are as good as anything," said Norah lucidly. "There
won't be any room for their corpses on <i>my</i> shelves. And I'll have
some arrangement for supplying hot water through the house that
doesn't depend on keeping a huge kitchen fire alight."</p>
<p id="id00554">"That's a good notion," said Jim, sitting back on his heels, blacklead
brush in hand. "I think I'll go architecting with you, Nor. We'll go
in for all sorts of electric dodges; plugs in all the rooms to fix to
vacuum cleaners you can work with one hand—most of 'em want two men
and a boy; and electric washing-machines, and cookers, and fans and
all kinds of things. And everybody will be using them, so electricity
will have to be cheap."</p>
<p id="id00555">"I really couldn't help listening to you," said a deep voice in the
doorway.</p>
<p id="id00556">Every one jumped. It was Miss de Lisle, in her skimpy red
overall—rather more flushed than usual, and a little embarrassed.</p>
<p id="id00557">"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I heard voices—and I didn't
think any one lived here. I knocked, but you were all so busy you
didn't hear me."</p>
<p id="id00558">"So busy talking, you mean," laughed Wally. "Terrible chatterboxes,
Jim and Norah; they never get any work done." A blacklead brush
hurtled across the room: he caught it neatly and returned it to the
owner.</p>
<p id="id00559">"But you're working terribly hard," said the cook-lady, in
bewilderment. "Is any one going to live here?"</p>
<p id="id00560">Norah explained briefly. Miss de Lisle listened with interest,
nodding her head from time to time.</p>
<p id="id00561">"It's a beautiful idea," she said at length. "Fancy now, you rescuing
those poor little children and their father and mother! It makes me
feel quite sentimental. Most cooks are sentimental, you know: it's
such a—a warm occupation," she added vaguely. "When I'm cooking
something that requires particular care I always find myself crooning
a love song!" At which Wally collapsed into such a hopeless giggle
that Jim and Norah, in little better case themselves, looked at him in
horror, expecting to see him annihilated. To their relief, Miss de
Lisle grinned cheerfully.</p>
<p id="id00562">"Oh, yes, you may laugh!" she said—whereupon they all did. "I know I
don't look sentimental. Perhaps it's just as well; nobody would want
a cook with golden hair and languishing blue eyes. And I do cook so
much better than I sing! Now I'm going to help. What can I do?"</p>
<p id="id00563">"Indeed, you're not," said Norah. "Thanks ever so, Miss de Lisle, but
we can manage quite well."</p>
<p id="id00564">"Now, you're thinking of what I said the other day," said Miss de
Lisle disgustedly. "I know I did say my province was cooking, and
nothing else. But if you knew the places I've struck. Dear me, there
was one place where the footman chucked me under the chin!"</p>
<p id="id00565">It was too much for the others. They sat down on the floor and
shrieked in unison.</p>
<p id="id00566">"Yes, I know it's funny," said Miss de Lisle. "I howled myself, after
it was all over. But I don't think the footman ever chucked any one
under the chin again. I settled him!" There was a reminiscent gleam
in her eye: Norah felt a flash of sympathy for the hapless footman.</p>
<p id="id00567">"Then there was another house—that was a duke's—where the butler
expected me to walk out with him. That's the worst of it: if you
behave like a human being you get that sort of thing, and if you don't
you're a pig, and treated accordingly." She looked at them
whimsically. "Please don't think me a pig!" she said. "I—I shall
never forget how you held the door open for me, Mr. Jim!"</p>
<p id="id00568">"Oh, I say, don't!" protested the unhappy Jim, turning scarlet.</p>
<p id="id00569">"Now you're afraid I'm going to be sentimental, but I'm not. I'm
going to polish the boards in the passage, and then you can give me
another job. Lunch is cold to-day: I've done all the cooking. Now,
please don't—" as Norah began to protest. "Dear me, if you only knew
how nice it is to speak to some one again!" She swooped upon Wally's
tin of floor-polish, scooped half of its contents into the lid with a
hair-pin, commandeered two cloths from a basketful of cleaning
matters, and strode off. From the passage came a steady pounding that
spoke of as much "elbow-grease" as polish being applied.</p>
<p id="id00570">"Did you ever!" said Jim weakly.</p>
<p id="id00571">"Never," said Wally. "I say, I think she's a good sort."</p>
<p id="id00572">"So do I. But who'd have thought it!"</p>
<p id="id00573">"Poor old soul!" said Norah. "She must be most horribly dull. But
after our first day I wouldn't have dared to make a remark to her
unless she'd condescended to address me first."</p>
<p id="id00574">"I should think you wouldn't," said Wally. "But she's really quite
human when she tucks her claws in."</p>
<p id="id00575">"Oh, my aunt!" said Jim, chuckling. "I'd give a month's pay to have
seen the footman chuck her under the chin!" They fell into
convulsions of silent laughter.</p>
<p id="id00576">From the passage, as they regained composure, came a broken melody,
punctuated by the dull pounding on the floor. Miss de Lisle, on her
knees, had become sentimental, and warbled as she rubbed.</p>
<p id="id00577"> <i>"'I do not ask for the heart of thy heart.'"</i></p>
<p id="id00578">"Why wouldn't you?" murmured Wally, with a rapt expression. "Any one
who can make pikelets like you——"</p>
<p id="id00579">"Be quiet, Wally," grinned Jim. "She'll hear you."</p>
<p id="id00580">"Not she—she's too happy. Listen."</p>
<p id="id00581"> <i>"'All that I a-a-sk for is all that may be,<br/>
All that thou ca-a-a-rest to give unto me!<br/>
I do not ask'"——</i><br/></p>
<p id="id00582">Crash! Bang! Splash!</p>
<p id="id00583">"Heavens, what's happened!" exclaimed Jim.</p>
<p id="id00584">They rushed out. At the end of the passage Miss de Lisle and the
irreproachable Allenby struggled in a heap—in an ever-widening pool
of water that came from an overturned bucket lying a yard away. The
family rushed to the rescue. Allenby got to his feet as they arrived,
and dragged up the drenched cook-lady. He was pale with apprehension.</p>
<p id="id00585">"I—I—do beg your pardon, mum!" he gasped. "I 'adn't an idea in me
'ead there was any one there, least of all you on your knees. I just
come backin' out with the bucket!"</p>
<p id="id00586">"I say, Miss de Lisle, are you hurt?" Jim asked anxiously.</p>
<p id="id00587">"Not a bit, which is queer, considering Allenby's weight!" returned
Miss de Lisle. "But it's—it's just t-too funny, isn't it!" She
broke into a shout of laughter, and the others, who had, indeed, been
choking with repressed feeling, followed suit. Allenby, after a
gallant attempt to preserve the correct demeanour of a butler,
unchanged by any circumstance, suddenly bolted into the kitchen like a
rabbit. They heard strange sounds from the direction of the sink.</p>
<p id="id00588">"But, I say, you're drenched!" said Jim, when every one felt a little
better.</p>
<p id="id00589">Miss de Lisle glanced at her stained and dripping overall.</p>
<p id="id00590">"Well, a little. I'll take this off," she said, suiting the action to
the word, and appearing in a white blouse and grey skirt which suited
her very much better than the roseate garment. "But my floor! And I
had it so beautifully polished!" she raised her voice. "Allenby!
What are you going to do about this floor?"</p>
<p id="id00591">"Indeed, mum, I've made a pretty mess of it," said Allenby,
reappearing.</p>
<p id="id00592">"You have, indeed," said she.</p>
<p id="id00593">"But I never expected to find you 'ere a-polishin'," said the
bewildered ex-sergeant.</p>
<p id="id00594">"And I certainly never expected to find the butler scrubbing!"
retorted Miss de Lisle; at which Allenby's jam dropped, and he cast an
appealing glance at Jim.</p>
<p id="id00595">"This is a working-bee," said Jim promptly. "We're all in it, and no
one else knows anything about it."</p>
<p id="id00596">"Not Mrs. Atkins, I hope, sir," said Allenby.</p>
<p id="id00597">"Certainly not. As for Sarah, she's out of it altogether."</p>
<p id="id00598">Allenby sighed, a relieved butler.</p>
<p id="id00599">"I'll see to the floor, sir," he said. "It's up to me, isn't it? And
polish it after. I can easy slip down 'ere for a couple of hours
after lunch, when you're all out ridin'."</p>
<p id="id00600">"Then I really had better fly," said Miss de Lisle. "I am pretty wet,
and there's lunch to think about." She looked at them in friendly
fashion. "Thank you all very much," she said—and was gone, with a
kind of elephantine swiftness.</p>
<p id="id00601">The family returned to the dining-room, leaving Allenby to grapple
with the swamp in the passage.</p>
<p id="id00602">"Don't we have cheery adventures when we clean house!" said Wally
happily. "I wouldn't have missed this morning for anything."</p>
<p id="id00603">"No—it <i>has</i> been merry and bright," Jim agreed. "And isn't the
cook-lady a surprise-packet! I say, Nor, do you think you'd find a
human side to Mrs. Atkins if we let Allenby fall over her with a
bucket of water?"</p>
<p id="id00604">"'Fraid not," said Norah.</p>
<p id="id00605">"You can't find what doesn't exist," said Wally wisely. "Mrs. Atkins
is only a walking cruet—sort of mixture of salt and vinegar."</p>
<p id="id00606">They told the story to Mr. Linton over the luncheon-table, after
Allenby had withdrawn. Nevertheless, the butler, listening from his
pantry to the shouts of laughter from the morning-room, had a fairly
good idea of the subject under discussion, and became rather pink.</p>
<p id="id00607">"It's lovely in another way," Norah finished. "For you see, I thought
Miss de Lisle wasn't human, but I was all wrong. She's rather a dear
when you come to know her."</p>
<p id="id00608">"Yes," said her father thoughtfully. "But you'll have to be careful,
Norah; you mustn't make any distinctions between her and Mrs. Atkins.
It doesn't matter if Miss de Lisle's pedigree is full of dukes and
bishops—Mrs. Atkins is the upper servant, and she'll resent it if you
put Miss de Lisle on a different footing to herself."</p>
<p id="id00609">"Yes, I see," said Norah, nodding. "I'll do my best, Dad."</p>
<p id="id00610">Miss de Lisle, however, played the game. She did not encounter Norah
often, and when she did it was in Mrs. Atkins' presence: and on these
occasions she maintained an attitude of impersonal politeness which
made it hard to realize that she and the butler had indeed bathed
together on the floor of the cottage. She found various matters in
her little sitting-room: an easy-chair, a flowering pot-plant, a pile
of books that bore Norah's name—or Jim's; but she made no sign of
having received them except that Norah found on her table at night a
twisted note in a masculine hand that said "Thank you.—C. de L." As
for Mrs. Atkins, she made her silent way about the house, sour and
watchful, her green eyes rather resembling those of a cat, and her
step as stealthy. Norah tried hard to talk to her on other matters
than housekeeping, but found her so stolidly unresponsive that at last
she gave up the attempt. Life, as she said to Wally, was too short to
woo a cruet-stand!</p>
<p id="id00611">The week flew by swiftly, every moment busy with work and plans for
the Tired People to come. Mrs. Atkins, it was plain, did not like the
scheme. She mentioned that it would make a great deal of work, and
how did Norah expect servants in these days to put up with unexpected
people coming at all sorts of hours?</p>
<p id="id00612">"But," said Norah, "that's what the house is <i>for</i>. My father and I
would not want a houseful of servants if we didn't mean to have a
houseful of people. What would we do with you all?" At which Mrs.
Atkins sniffed, and replied haughtily that she had been in a place
where there was only one lady, and <i>she</i> kept eleven servants.</p>
<p id="id00613">"More shame for her," said Norah. "Anyhow, we explained it all to you
when we engaged you, Mrs. Atkins. If we weren't going to have people
here we should still be living in London, in a flat. And if the
servants won't do their work, we shall just have to get others who
will." Which was a terrible effort of firmness for poor Norah, who
inwardly hoped that Mrs. Atkins did not realize that she was shaking
in her shoes!</p>
<p id="id00614">"Easier said than done, in war-time," said the housekeeper morosely.
"Servants don't grow on gooseberry-bushes now, and what they don't
expect——! Well, <i>I</i> don't know what the world's coming to." But
Norah, feeling unequal to more, fled, and, being discovered by Wally
and Jim with her head in her hands over an account-book, was promptly
taken out on Killaloe—the boys riding the cobs, which they
untruthfully persisted that they preferred.</p>
<p id="id00615">Then came Tuesday morning: with early breakfast, and the boys once
more in khaki, and Jones, in the carriage, keeping the browns moving
in the chill air. Not such a hard parting as others they had known
since for the present there was no anxiety: but from the days when Jim
used to leave Billabong for his Melbourne boarding-school, good-bye
morning had been a difficult one for the Lintons. They joked through
it in their usual way: it was part of the family creed to keep the
flag flying.</p>
<p id="id00616">"Well, you may have us back at any time as your first Tired People,"
said Wally, his keen face looking as though it never could grow weary.
"Machine-gun courses must be very fatiguing, don't you think, Jim?"</p>
<p id="id00617">"Poor dears!" said Norah feelingly. "We'll have a special beef-tea
diet for you, and bath-chairs. Will they send you in an ambulance?"</p>
<p id="id00618">"Very likely, and then you'll be sorry you were so disrespectful,
won't she, Mr. Linton?"</p>
<p id="id00619">"I'm afraid you can't count on it," said that gentleman, laughing.
"Norah's bump of respect isn't highly developed, even for me. You'll
write soon, Jim, and tell us how you get on—and what your next
movements are."</p>
<p id="id00620">"Rather," answered Jim. "Don't let the lady of the house wear off all
her curls over the accounts, will you, Dad? I'd hate to see her
bald!"</p>
<p id="id00621">"I'll keep an eye on her," said his father. "Now, boys; it's time you
were off."</p>
<p id="id00622">They shook hands with Allenby, to his secret gratification. He closed
the carriage door upon them, and stood back at attention, as they
drove off. From an upper window—unseen, unfortunately—a figure in a
red overall leaned, waving a handkerchief.</p>
<p id="id00623">The train was late, and they all stamped about the platform—it was a
frosty morning.</p>
<p id="id00624">"Buck up, old kiddie," said Jim. "We'll be home in no time. And look
after Dad."</p>
<p id="id00625">"Yes—rather!" said Norah. "Send me all your socks when they want
darning—which is every week."</p>
<p id="id00626">"Right." They looked at each other with the blank feeling of having
nothing to say that comes on station platforms or on the decks of
ships before the final bell rings. Then the train came in sight, the
elderly porter, expectant of a tip, bustled mightily with suit-cases
and kit-bags, and presently they were gone. The two brown faces hung
out of the carriage-window until the train disappeared round a curve.</p>
<p id="id00627">Norah and her father looked at each other.</p>
<p id="id00628">"Well, my girl," said he. "Now I suppose we had better begin our
job."</p>
<p id="id00629">They went out to the carriage. Just as they were getting in, the
ancient porter hurried after them.</p>
<p id="id00630">"There's some people come by that train for you, sir."</p>
<p id="id00631">The Lintons turned. A thin man, with sad Irish eyes, was limping out
of the station. Behind him came two girls.</p>
<p id="id00632">"Why, it's Con!" Norah cried.</p>
<p id="id00633">"It is, miss," said the chauffeur. "And the gerrls I have with
me—Bridie and Katty."</p>
<p id="id00634">"But you didn't write," Mr. Linton said.</p>
<p id="id00635">"Well, indeed, I was that rushed, an' we gettin' off," said Con. "But
I give Patsy Burke the money and towld him to send the wire. But 'tis
the way with Patsy he'll likely think it'll do in a day or two as well
as any time." And as a matter of fact, the telegram duly arrived
three days later—by which time the new arrivals had shaken down, and
there seemed some prospect of domestic peace in the Home for Tired
People.</p>
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