"You won't? Then I'll yell again," said Granmar. And yell she did."Hold up--do; I believe you now," said Prudence. She fanned the dying coals with a straw fan, made up the fire, and prepared some
griddle-cakes. Granmar demanded fig syrup to eat with them; and devoured six. Filled to repletion, she then suffered Prudence to
change her day cap for a nightcap, falling asleep almost before her head touched the pillow.
During this scene Nounce had sat quietly in her corner. Prudence now went to her to see if she was frightened, for the girl was
sometimes much terrified by Granmar's outcries; she stroked her soft hair. She was always looking for signs of intelligence in
Nounce, and fancying that she discovered them. Taking the girl's hand, she went with her to the next room, where were their two narrow pallet beds. "You were very smart to save the eggs for me to-day when Granmar wanted that omerlet," she whispered, as she helped her to undress.
Memory came back to Nounce; she smiled comprehendingly.
Prudence waited until she was in bed; then she kissed her good-night, and put out the candle.
Her two charges asleep, Mrs. Guadagni the second opened the back door softly and went out. It was not yet nine o'clock, a warm
dark night; though still September, the odors of autumn were already in the air, coming from the September flowers, which have a
pungency mingled with their perfume, from the rank ripeness of the vegetables, from the aroma of the ground after the first rains.
"I could have made thirty cents a week more at the shop," she said to herself, regretfully (she always translated the Italian money into American or French). "In a month that would have been a dollar and twenty cents! Well, there's no use thinking about it sence I can't go." She bent over her vegetables, feeling of their leaves, and estimating anew how many she could afford to sell, now that the family
was so much reduced in size. Then she paid a visit to her fig-trees. She had planted these trees herself, and watched over their infancy
with anxious care; at the present moment they were loaded with fruit, and it seemed as if she knew the position of each fig, so many
times had she stood under the boughs looking up at the slowly swelling bulbs. She had never before been able to sell the fruit. But now she should be able, and the sale would add a good many cents to the store of savings kept in her work-box. This work-box, a possession of her youth, was lined with vivid green paper, and had a colored lithograph of the Honorable Mrs. Norton (taken as a Muse) on the inside of the cover; it held already three francs and a half, that is seventy cents--an excellent sum when one considered that only three weeks had passed since the happy day when she had at last beheld the way open to saving regularly, laying by regularly; many times had she begun to save, but she had never been able to continue it. Now, with this small household, she should be
able to continue. The sale of the figs would probably double the savings already in the work-box; she might even get eighty cents for
them; and that would make a dollar and fifty cents in all! A fig fell to the ground. "They're ripe," she thought; "they must be picked
to-morrow." She felt for the fallen fig in the darkness, and carrying it to the garden wall, placed it in a dry niche where it would keep
its freshness until she could send it to town with the rest. Then she went to the hen-house. "Smart of Nounce to save the eggs for me," she thought, laughing delightedly to herself over this proof of the girl's intelligence. "Granmar didn't need that omerlet one
bit; I left out two tremenjous lunches for her." She peered in; but could not see the hens in the darkness. "If Granmar'd only eat the things we do!" her thoughts went on. "But she's always possessed after everything that takes eggs. And then she wants the very best
coffee, and white sugar, and the best wine, and fine flour and meal and oil--my! how much oil! But I wonder if I couldn't stop eating
something or other, steader pestering myself about her? Let's see. I don't take wine nor coffee, so I can't stop them; but I could stop soup meat, just for myself; and I will." Thus meditating, she went slowly round to the open space before the house.
To call it a space was a misnomer. The house stood at the apex of the hill, and its garden by right extended as far down the descent
in front as it extended down the opposite descent behind, where Prudence had planted her long rows of vegetables. But in this front space, not ten feet distant from the house door, planted directly across the paved path which came up from below, was the cow-shed, the intruding offensive neighbor whose odors, gruntings (for it was now a pig-sty), and refuse were constantly making themselves perceptible to one sense and another through the open windows of the dwelling behind. For the house had no back windows; the small apertures which passed for windows were all in front; in that climate it was impossible that they should be always closed. How those odors choked Prudence Wilkin! It seemed as if she could not respect herself while obliged to breathe them, as if she had not respected herself (in the true Ledham way) since the pig-sty became her neighbor.
For fifty francs the owners would take it away; for another twenty or thirty she could have "a front yard." But though she had made
many beginnings, she had never been able to save a tenth of the sum. None of the family shared her feelings in the least; to spend precious money for such a whim as that--only an American could be capable of it; but then, as everybody knew, most Americans were mad. And why should Denza object to pigs?
Prudence therefore had been obliged to keep her longings to herself. But this had only intensified them. And now when at last, after
thinking of it for sixteen years, she was free to begin to save daily and regularly, she saw as in a vision her front yard completed as she would like to have it: the cow-shed gone; "a nice straight path going down to the front gate, set in a new paling fence; along the sides
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currant bushes; and in the open spaces to the right and left a big flowerin' shrub--snowballs, or Missouri currant; near the house a clump of matrimony, perhaps; and in the flower beds on each side of the path bachelor's-buttons, Chiny-asters, lady's-slippers,
and pinks; the edges bordered with box." She heaved a sigh of deep satisfaction as she finished her mental review. But it was hardly mental after all; she saw the gate, she saw the straight path, she saw the currant bushes and the box-bordered flower beds as distinctly
as though they had really been there.
Cheered, almost joyous, she went within, locking the door behind her; then, after softly placing the usual store of provisions beside
Granmar's bed (for Granmar had a habit of waking in the night to eat), she sought her own couch. It was hard, but she stretched
herself upon it luxuriously. "The figs'll double the money," she thought, "and by this time to-morrow I shall have a dollar and forty
cents; mebby a dollar fifty!" She fell asleep happily.
Her contentment made her sleep soundly. Still it was not long after dawn when she hurried down the hill to the town to get her supply of work from the shop. Hastening back with it, she found Granmar clamoring for her coffee, and Nounce, neatly dressed and clean (for so much Prudence had succeeded in teaching her), sitting patiently in her corner. Prudence's mind was full
