首页 >出版文学> Miss Billie Married>第12章
  Billylookednow,notforwhatshewanted,butforwhatshecouldfind。Andshefound:somecoldroastlamb,atwhichsheturneduphernose;
  anuncookedbeefsteak,whichsheappropriateddoubtfully;arawturnipandaheadoflettuce,whichshehailedwithglee;andsomebeets,potatoes,onions,andgrapefruit,fromallofwhichshetookageneroussupply。Thusladenshewentbacktothekitchen。
  Spreaduponthetabletheymadeabraveshow。
  Oh,well,I’llhavequiteadinner,afterall,’
  shetriumphed,cockingherheadhappily。Andnowforthedessert,’shefinished,pouncingonthecookbook。
  Itwaswhileshewasturningtheleavestofindthepiesandpuddingsthatsheranacrossthevegetablesandfoundthewordbeets’staringherintheface。Mechanicallyshereadthelinebelow。
  Winterbeetswillrequirethreehourstocook。
  Usehotwater。’
  Billy’sstartledeyessoughttheclock。
  Threehours——anditwasfive,now!
  Frenziedly,then,sheranherfingerdownthepage。
  Onions,oneandone-halfhours。Usehotwater。Turnipsrequirealongtime,butifcutthintheywillcookinanhourandaquarter。’
  Anhourandaquarter,indeed!’shemoaned。
  Isn’tthereanythinganywherethatdoesn’ttakeforevertocook?’
  Earlypeas……greencorn……summersquash……’mumbledBilly’sdrylips。
  ButwhatdofolkseatinJanuary——_January_?’
  Itwastheapparentlyinoffensivesentence,Newpotatoeswillboilinthirtyminutes,’
  thatbroughtfreshterrortoBilly’ssoul,andsethertoflutteringthecookbookleaveswithrenewedhaste。Ifittook_new_potatoesthirtyminutestocook,howlongdidittakeoldones?Invainshesearchedfortheanswer。Therewereplentyofpotatoes。Theyweremashed,whipped,scalloped,creamed,fried,andbroiled;theyweremadeintopuffs,croquettes,potatoborder,andpotatosnow。Formanyofthesetheywereboiledfirst——untiltender,’onerulesaid。
  Butthatdoesn’ttellmehowlongittakestoget’emtender,’fumedBilly,despairingly。I
  supposetheythinkanybodyoughttoknowthat——butIdon’t!’Suddenlyhereyesfelloncemoreontheinstructionsforboilingturnips,andherfacecleared。Ifithelpstocutturnipsthin,whynotpotatoes?’shecried。I_can_dothat,anyhow;andIwill,’shefinished,withasighofrelief,asshecaughtuphalfadozenpotatoesandhurriedintothepantryforaknife。Afewminuteslater,thepotatoes,peeled,andcutalmosttowaferthinness,weredumpedintoabasinofcoldwater。
  There!nowIguessyou’llcook,’noddedBillytothedishinherhandasshehurriedtothestove。
  Chilledbyanominousunresponsiveness,Billyliftedthestovelidandpeeredinside。Onlyamassofblackandgrayingcoalsgreetedher。Thefirewasout。
  Tothinkthatevenyouhadtogobackonmelikethis!’upbraidedBilly,eyeingthedismalmasswithreproachfulgaze。
  Thisdisaster,however,asBillyknew,wasnotsogreatasitseemed,fortherewasstillthegasstove。Intheolddays,underDongLing’srule,therehadbeennogasstove。DongLingdisapprovedofdevilstoves’thathadnocoalee,nowoodee,butburnedlikehellee。’Eliza,however,didapproveofthem;andnotlongafterherarrival,afineonehadbeenputinforheruse。SonowBillysoonhadherpotatoeswithabriskblazeunderthem。
  Infranticearnest,then,Billywenttowork。
  Brushingthediscardedonions,turnip,andbeetsintoapailunderthetable,shewasstillconfrontedwiththebeefsteak,lettuce,andgrapefruit。
  Allbutthebeefsteakshepushedtoonesidewithgentlepats。
  You’reallright,’shenoddedtothem。I
  canuseyou。Youdon’thavetobecooked,blessyourhearts!But_you_——!’BillyscowledatthebeefsteakandranherfingerdowntheindexoftheBride’sHelper’——Billyknewhowtohandlethatbooknow。
  No,youdon’t——notforme!’shemuttered,afteraminute,shakingherfingeratthetenderloinonthetable。Ihaven’tgotany`hotcoals,’andIthoughta`gridiron’waswheretheyplayedfootball;thoughitseemsit’ssomesortofadishtocookyouin,here——butIshouldn’tknowitfromateaspoon,probably,ifIshouldseeit。No,sir!It’sbacktotherefrigeratorforyou,andanicecoldsensibleroastlegoflambforme,thatdoesn’thavetobecooked。Understand?
  _Cooked_,’shefinished,asshecarriedthebeefsteakawayandtookpossessionofthehithertodespisedcoldlamb。
  OncemoreBillymadeamadsearchthroughcupboardsandshelves。Thistimesheborebackintriumphacanofcorn,anotheroftomatoes,andaglassjarofpreservedpeaches。Inthekitchenacheerybubblingfromthepotatoesonthestovegreetedher。Billy’sspiritsrosewiththesteam。
  There,Spunkie,’shesaidgaylytothecat,whohadjustuncurledfromanapbehindthestove。TellmeIcan’tgetupadinner!Andmaybewe’llhavethepeachfritters,too,shechirped。I’vegotthepeach-part,anyway。’
  ButBillydidnothavethepeachfritters,afterall。Shegotoutthesugarandtheflour,tobesure,andshemadeagreatadolookinguptherule;butahurriedglanceattheclocksentherintothedining-roomtosetthetable,andallthoughtofthepeachfritterswasgivenup。
  AtfiveminutesofsixBertramandCalderwellcame。Bertramgavehispeculiarringandlethimselfinwithhislatchkey;butBillydidnotmeethiminthehall,norinthedrawing-room。
  Excusinghimself,Bertramhurriedup-stairs。
  Billywasnotinherroom,noranywhereonthatfloor。ShewasnotinWilliam’sroom。Comingdown-stairstothehallagain,BertramconfrontedWilliam,whohadjustcomein。
  Where’sBilly?’demandedtheyounghusband,withjustatouchofirritation,asifhesuspectedWilliamofhavingBillyinhispocket。
  Williamstaredslightly。
  Why,Idon’tknow。Isn’tshehere?’
  I’llaskPete,’frownedBertram。
  Inthedining-roomBertramfoundnoone,thoughthetablewasprettilyset,andshowedhalfagrapefruitateachplace。Inthekitchen——inthekitchenBertramfoundadinofrattlingtin,anodorofburnedfood——,aconfusionofscatteredpotsandpans,afrightenedcatwhopeeredathimfromunderalitteredstove,andaflushed,disheveledyoungwomaninabluedust-capandruffledapron,whomhefinallyrecognizedashiswife。
  Why,Billy!’hegasped。
  Billy,whowasstrugglingwithsomethingatthesink,turnedsharply。
  BertramHenshaw,’shepanted,Iusedtothinkyouwerewonderfulbecauseyoucouldpaintapicture。IevenusedtothinkIwasalittlewonderfulbecauseIcouldwriteasong。
  Well,Idon’tanymore!ButI’lltellyouwho_is_
  wonderful。It’sElizaandRosa,andalltherestofthosewomenwhocangetamealontothetableallatonce,soit’sfittoeat!’
  Why,Billy!’gaspedBertramagain,fallingbacktothedoorhehadclosedbehindhim。
  Whatintheworlddoesthismean?’
  Mean?ItmeansI’mgettingdinner,’chokedBilly。Can’tyousee?’
  But——Pete!Eliza!’
  They’resick——Imeanhe’ssick;andIsaidI’ddoit。I’dbeanoak。ButhowdidIknowtherewasn’tanythinginthehouseexceptstuffthattookhourstocook——onlypotatoes?AndhowdidIknowthat_they_cookedinnotime,andthengotallsmushyandwetstayinginthewater?
  AndhowdidIknowthateverythingelsewouldstickonandburnontillyou’dusedeverydishtherewasinthehousetocook’emin?’
  Why,Billy!’gaspedBertram,forthethirdtime。Andthen,becausehehadbeenmarriedonlysixmonthsinsteadofsixyears,hemadethemistakeoftryingtoarguewithawomanwhosenerveswerealreadyatthesnappingpoint。
  But,dear,itwassofoolishofyoutodoallthis!
  Whydidn’tyoutelephone?Whydidn’tyougetsomebody?’
  Likeaniratelittletigress,Billyturnedatbay。
  BertramHenshaw,’sheflamedangrily,ifyoudon’tgoup-stairsandtendtothatmanupthere,Ishall_scream_。Nowgo!I’llbeupwhenI
  can。’
  AndBertramwent。
  Itwasnotsoverylong,afterall,beforeBillycameintogreetherguest。Shewasnotstatelyandimposinginroyallysumptuousbluevelvetandermine;noryetwasshecozyandhomyinbronze-goldcrpedeChineandswan’s-down。
  Shewasjustherselfinaprettylittlemorninghousegownofbluegingham。Shewasminusthedust-capandtheruffledapron,butshehadadabofflourontheleftcheek,andasmutchofcrockonherforehead。Shehad,too,acutfingeronherrighthand,andaburnedthumbonherleft。ButshewasBilly——andbeingBilly,sheadvancedwithabrightsmileandheldoutacordialhand——
  notevenwincingwhenthecutfingercameunderCalderwell’sheartyclasp。
  I’mgladtoseeyou,’shewelcomedhim。
  You’llexcusemynotappearingsooner,I’msure,for——didn’tBertramtellyou?——I’mplayingBridgetto-night。Butdinnerisreadynow,andwe’llgodown,please,’shesmiled,asshelaidalighthandonherguest’sarm。
  Behindher,Bertram,rememberingthesceneinthekitchen,staredinsheeramazement。Bertram,itmightbementionedagain,hadbeenmarriedsixmonths,notsixyears。
  WhatBillyhadintendedtoserveforasimpledinner’thatnightwas:grapefruitwithcherries,oysterstew,boiledhalibutwitheggsauce,chickenpie,squash,onions,andpotatoes,peachfritters,alettuceandstuff’salad,andsomenewpieorpudding。Whatshedidservewas:grapefruitwithoutthecherries,coldroastlamb,potatoesamushofsogginess,tomatoescanned,andslightlyburned,corncanned,andverymuchburned,lettuceplain;andfordessert,preservedpeachesandcakethelatterratherdryandstale。SuchwasBilly’sdinner。
  Thegrapefruiteverybodyate。Thecoldlambtoo,metwithaheartyreception,especiallyafterthepotatoes,corn,andtomatoeswereserved——
  andtasted。Outwardly,throughitall,Billywasgayetyitself。Inwardlyshewasburningupwithangerandmortification。Andbecauseshewasallthis,therewas,apparently,nolimittoherlaughterandsparklingreparteeasshetalkedwithCalderwell,herguest——theguestwho,accordingtoheroriginalplans,wastobeshownhowhappysheandBertramwere,whatagoodwifeshemade,andhowdevotedand_satisfied_Bertramwasinhishome。
  William,pickingathisdinner——asonlyahungrymancanpickatadinnerthatisuneatable——
  watchedBillywithapuzzled,uneasyfrown。Bertram,chokingoverthefewmouthfulsheate,markedhiswife’sanimatedfaceandCalderwell’sabsorbedattention,andsettledintogloomysilence。
  Butitcouldnotcontinueforever。Thepreservedpeacheswereeatenatlast,andthestalecakeleft。Billyhadforgottenthecoffee——
  whichwasjustaswell,perhaps。Thenthefourtrailedup-stairstothedrawing-room。
  Atnineo’clockananxiousElizaandaremorseful,apologeticPetecamehomeanddescendedtothehorrortheonceorderlykitchenanddining-
  roomhadbecome。Atten,Calderwell,withveryevidentreluctance,torehimselfawayfromBilly’sgaybadinage,andsaidgoodnight。Attwominutespastten,anexhausted,nerve-rackedBillywastryingtocryontheshouldersofbothUncleWilliamandBertramatonce。
  There,there,child,don’t!Itwentoffallright,’pattedUncleWilliam。
  Billy,darling,’pleadedBertram,pleasedon’tcryso!AsifI’deverletyoustepfootinthatkitchenagain!’
  AtthisBillyraisedatear-wetface,aflamewithindignantdetermination。
  AsifI’deverletyoukeepme_from_it,BertramHenshaw,afterthis!’shecontested。I’mnotgoingtodoanotherthinginallmylifebut_cook!_WhenIthinkofthestuffwehadtoeat,afterallthetimeItooktogetit,I’msimplycrazy!
  DoyouthinkI’druntheriskofsuchathingasthiseverhappeningagain?’