"_I_ can dig it for you, Master Marner," said the young man in fustian, who was now by Eppie's side, entering into the conversation without the trouble of formalities."It'll be play to me after I've done my day's work, or any odd bits o' time when the work's slack.And I'll bring you some soil from Mr.Cass's garden--he'll let me, and willing.""Eh, Aaron, my lad, are you there?" said Silas; "I wasn't aware of you; for when Eppie's talking o' things, I see nothing but what she's a-saying.Well, if you could help me with the digging, we might get her a bit o' garden all the sooner.""Then, if you think well and good," said Aaron, "I'll come to the Stone-pits this afternoon, and we'll settle what land's to be taken in, and I'll get up an hour earlier i' the morning, and begin on it.""But not if you don't promise me not to work at the hard digging, father," said Eppie."For I shouldn't ha' said anything about it," she added, half-bashfully, half-roguishly, "only Mrs.Winthrop said as Aaron 'ud be so good, and --""And you might ha' known it without mother telling you," said Aaron."And Master Marner knows too, I hope, as I'm able and willing to do a turn o' work for him, and he won't do me the unkindness to anyways take it out o' my hands.""There, now, father, you won't work in it till it's all easy,"said Eppie, "and you and me can mark out the beds, and make holes and plant the roots.It'll be a deal livelier at the Stone-pits when we've got some flowers, for I always think the flowers can see us and know what we're talking about.And I'll have a bit o'
rosemary, and bergamot, and thyme, because they're so sweet-smelling; but there's no lavender only in the gentlefolks'
gardens, I think."
"That's no reason why you shouldn't have some," said Aaron, "for I can bring you slips of anything; I'm forced to cut no end of 'em when I'm gardening, and throw 'em away mostly.There's a big bed o'
lavender at the Red House: the missis is very fond of it.""Well," said Silas, gravely, "so as you don't make free for us, or ask for anything as is worth much at the Red House: for Mr.Cass's been so good to us, and built us up the new end o' the cottage, and given us beds and things, as I couldn't abide to be imposin' for garden-stuff or anything else.""No, no, there's no imposin'," said Aaron; "there's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up.It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find its way to a mouth.It sets one thinking o' that--gardening does.But I must go back now, else mother 'ull be in trouble as I aren't there.""Bring her with you this afternoon, Aaron," said Eppie; "Ishouldn't like to fix about the garden, and her not know everything from the first--should _you_, father?""Aye, bring her if you can, Aaron," said Silas; "she's sure to have a word to say as'll help us to set things on their right end."Aaron turned back up the village, while Silas and Eppie went on up the lonely sheltered lane.
"O daddy!" she began, when they were in privacy, clasping and squeezing Silas's arm, and skipping round to give him an energetic kiss."My little old daddy! I'm so glad.I don't think I shall want anything else when we've got a little garden; and I knew Aaron would dig it for us," she went on with roguish triumph--"I knew that very well.""You're a deep little puss, you are," said Silas, with the mild passive happiness of love-crowned age in his face; "but you'll make yourself fine and beholden to Aaron.""Oh, no, I shan't," said Eppie, laughing and frisking; "he likes it.""Come, come, let me carry your prayer-book, else you'll be dropping it, jumping i' that way."Eppie was now aware that her behaviour was under observation, but it was only the observation of a friendly donkey, browsing with a log fastened to his foot--a meek donkey, not scornfully critical of human trivialities, but thankful to share in them, if possible, by getting his nose scratched; and Eppie did not fail to gratify him with her usual notice, though it was attended with the inconvenience of his following them, painfully, up to the very door of their home.
But the sound of a sharp bark inside, as Eppie put the key in the door, modified the donkey's views, and he limped away again without bidding.The sharp bark was the sign of an excited welcome that was awaiting them from a knowing brown terrier, who, after dancing at their legs in a hysterical manner, rushed with a worrying noise at a tortoise-shell kitten under the loom, and then rushed back with a sharp bark again, as much as to say, "I have done my duty by this feeble creature, you perceive"; while the lady-mother of the kitten sat sunning her white bosom in the window, and looked round with a sleepy air of expecting caresses, though she was not going to take any trouble for them.