The teapot fell from Mrs Greenways’ hands with such a crash on the tray that all the cups rattled, the air of indifference which she had struggled to keep up vanished, her whole face softened, and as she looked at the modest little figure standing at her side tears of relief came into her eyes. Uncle Joshua and her old feelings of jealousy and pride were forgotten for the moment as she laid her broad hand kindly on the child’s shoulder:
“You’re a good gal, Lilac, and you shan’t repent your choice,” she said; “take my word, you shan’t.”
“And that’s your own will, is it, Lilac?” said her uncle. “And you’ve thought it well over, and you won’t want to be altering it again?”
“No, Uncle,” said Lilac. “I’m quite sure now.” Her aunt’s kind manner made her feel more firmly settled than before.
“It’s a harassing thing is a choice,” said Mr Greenways. “I know what it is myself with the roots and seeds. Well, I won’t deny that I’m glad you’re going to stop, but I hope you’ve done the best for yourself, my maid.”
“Lor’, Greenways, don’t worry the child,” interrupted his wife, who had recovered her usual manner. “She knows her own mind, and I’m glad she’s shown so much sense. You sit down and get your tea, Lilac, and let’s be comfortable and no more about it.”
Lilac slipped into the empty place between the cobbler and Agnetta, rather abashed at so much notice. Agnetta pushed the pot of jam towards her.
“I’m glad you’re going to stop,” she said. “Have some jam.”
Joshua had not spoken since Lilac’s entrance, but Mrs Greenways, eyeing him nervously, felt sure he was preparing to “preachify.” She went on talking very fast and loud in the hope of checking this eloquence, but in vain; Joshua, after a few short coughs, stood upright and looked round the table.
“Friends,” he said, “I knew Lilac’s mother well, and I call to mind this evening what she often said to me: ‘I want my child to grow up self-respecting and independent. I want to teach her to stand alone and not to be a burden on anyone.’ And then, poor soul, she died sudden, and the child was left on your hands. And she couldn’t but be a burden at first, seeing how young she was and how little she knew. And now look at it! How it’s all changed. ’Tain’t long ago, and she isn’t much bigger to speak of, and yet she’s got to be something as you value and don’t want to part with. She’s made her own place, and she stands firm in it on her own feet, and no one would fill it as well. It’s wonderful that is, how small things may help big ones. Look at it!” said Joshua, spreading out the palms of his hands. “You take a little weak child into your house and think she’s of no count at all, either to help or to hinder; she’s so small and the place is so big you hardly know she’s there. And then one day you wake up to find that she’s gone quietly on doing her best, and learning to do better, until she’s come to be one of the most useful people on the farm. Because for why? It’s her mother’s toil and trouble finding their fruit; we oughtn’t to forget that. When folks are dead and gone it’s hard on ’em not to call to mind what we owe ’em. They sowed and we reap. Lilac’s come to be what she is because her mother was what she was, and I expect Mary White’s proud and pleased enough to see how her child’s valued this day. And so I wish the farm luck, and all of you luck, and we’ll all be glad to think as we’re not going to lose our little bit of White Lilac as is growing up amongst us.”