Chapter XX
Dance of the Rainbow Fairies
Georgina, intent on washing the frying-pan and cleaning the last vestige of burnt egg from the top of the stove, did not hear Mrs. Saggs come in at the front door with Aunt Elspeth’s dinner on a tray. Nor did she hear the murmur of voices that went on while it was being eaten. The bedroom was in the front of the house, and the rasping noise she was making as she scratched away with the edge of an iron spoon, kept her from hearing anything else. So when the door into the kitchen suddenly opened it gave her such a start that she dropped the dishcloth into the woodbox.
Mrs. Saggs sniffed suspiciously. There was something reproachful in the mere tilt of her nose which Georgina felt and resented.
“I thought I smelled something burning.”
“I s’pect you did,” Georgina answered calmly. “But it’s all over now. I was getting my dinner early, so’s I could sit with Aunt Elspeth afterward.”
Mrs. Saggs had both hands full, as she was carrying her tray, so she could not open the stove to look in; but she walked over towards it and peered at it from a closer viewpoint, continuing to sniff. But there was nothing for her to discover, no clue to the smell. Everything which Georgina had used was washed and back in place now. The sharp eyes made a survey of the kitchen, watching Georgina narrowly as the child, having rinsed the dishcloth after its fall, leaned out of the back door to hang it on a bush in the sun, as Uncle Darcy always did.
“You’ve been taught to be real neat, haven’t you?” she said in an approving tone which made Georgina like her better. Then her glance fell on a work-basket which had been left sitting on top of the flour barrel. In it was a piece of half-finished mending. The sharp eyes softened.
“I declare!” she exclaimed. “It’s downright pitiful the way that old man tries to do for himself and his poor old wife. It’s surprising, though, how well he gets along with the housework and taking care of her and all.”
She glanced again at the needle left sticking in the clumsy unfinished seam, and recognized the garment.