Being now quite ready for his own refreshment Peter made his way through the back kitchen into the general living-room of the family, which also, much to Bella’s disgust, had the appearance of a kitchen. It was large and comfortable, with three windows in it, looking across the garden to the orchard, but, alas! it had a great fireplace and oven, where cooking often went on, and an odious high settle sticking out from one corner of the chimney. This was enough to deprive it of all gentility, without mentioning the long deal table at which in former times the farmer had been used to dine with his servants. They were banished now to the back kitchen, but this was the only reform Bella and Gusta had been able to make. Nothing would induce their father to sit in the parlour, where there was a complete set of velvet-covered chairs, a sofa, a piano, a photograph-book, and a great number of anti-macassars and mats. All these elegances were not enough to make him give up his warm corner in the settle, where he could stretch out his legs at his ease and smoke his pipe. Mrs Greenways herself, though she was proud of her parlour, secretly preferred the kitchen, as being more handy and comfortable, so that except on great occasions the parlour was left in chilly loneliness. When Peter entered there were only his mother and Bella in the room. The latter stood at the table with a puzzled frown on her brow, and a large pair of scissors in her hand; before her were spread paper patterns, fashion-books, and some pieces of black velveteen, which she was eyeing doubtfully, and, placing in different ways so that it might be cut to the best advantage. Bella was considered a fine young woman. She had a large frame like all the Greenways, and nature had given her a waist in proportion to it. She had, however, fought against nature and conquered, for her figure now resembled an hour-glass—very wide at the top, and suddenly very small in the middle. Like Agnetta she had a great deal of colour, frizzy black hair, and a good-natured expression, but her face was just now clouded by some evident vexation.
“Lor’, Bella,” said her mother, turning round from the hearth, “put away them fal-lals—do. Here’s Peter wanting his tea, and your father’ll be along from market directly.” Bella did not answer, partly because her mouth was full of pins, and Mrs Greenways continued: “You might hurry and get the tea laid just for once. I’m clean tired out.”
“Where’s Molly?” muttered Bella indistinctly.
“Molly indeed!” exclaimed her mother impatiently. “It’s Molly here and Molly there. One ’ud think she had a hundred legs and arms for all you think she can do. Molly’s scrubbing out the dairy, which she ought to a done this morning.”
“It won’t run to it after all!” exclaimed Bella, dashing her scissors down on the table; “not by a good quarter of a yard.”
“An’ you’ve been and wasted pretty nigh all the afternoon over it,” said Mrs Greenways. “I do wish Gusta wouldn’t send you them patterns, that I do.”
“I’ve cut up the skirt of my velveteen trying to fashion it,” said Bella, looking mournfully at the plate in Myra’s Journal, “so now I’m ever so much worse off than I was afore. Lor’, Peter!” she added, as her eye fell on her brother, “do go and take off that horrid gaberdine and them boots. You look for all the world like Ben Pinhorn, there ain’t a pin to choose between you.”
“You oughtn’t to speak so sharp,” said her mother, as Peter slouched out of the room. “I know what it is to feel spent like that after a day’s work. You just come in and fling down where you are and as you are, boots or no boots.”
As she spoke the rattle of wheels was heard outside, and then the click of a gate.
“There now!” she exclaimed, starting up; “there is yer father. Back already, and a fine taking he’ll be in to see all this muss about and no tea ready. He’s short enough always when he’s bin to market, without anything extry to vex him.” She swept Bella’s scraps, patterns, and books unceremoniously into a heap, and directly afterwards the tramp of heavy feet sounded in the passage, and the farmer entered. His first glance as he threw himself on the settle was at the table, where Bella was hurriedly clearing away her confused mass of working materials.