“If I could have had more to read, I should have known ’most everything about her,” said Mrs. Martin wistfully. “I’ve made the most of what I did have, and thought it over and over till it came clear. I sometimes seem to have her all my own, as if we’d lived right together. I’ve often walked out into the woods alone and told her what my troubles was, and it always seemed as if she told me ’twas all right, an’ we must have patience. I’ve got her beautiful book about the Highlands; ’twas dear Mis’ Todd here that found out about her printing it and got a copy for me, and it’s been a treasure to my heart, just as if ’twas written right to me. I always read it Sundays now, for my Sunday treat. Before that I used to have to imagine a good deal, but when I come to read her book, I knew what I expected was all true. We do think alike about so many things,” said the Queen’s Twin with affectionate certainty. “You see, there is something between us, being born just at the some time; ’tis what they call a birthright. She’s had great tasks put upon her, being the Queen, an’ mine has been the humble lot; but she’s done the best she could, nobody can say to the contrary, and there’s something between us; she’s been the great lesson I’ve had to live by. She’s been everything to me. An’ when she had her Jubilee, oh, how my heart was with her!”
“There, ’twouldn’t play the part in her life it has in mine,” said Mrs. Martin generously, in answer to something one of her listeners had said. “Sometimes I think, now she’s older, she might like to know about us. When I think how few old friends anybody has left at our age, I suppose it may be just the same with her as it is with me; perhaps she would like to know how we came into life together. But I’ve had a great advantage in seeing her, an’ I can always fancy her goin’ on, while she don’t know nothin’ yet about me, except she may feel my love stayin’ her heart sometimes an’ not know just where it comes from. An’ I dream about our being together out in some pretty fields, young as ever we was, and holdin’ hands as we walk along. I’d like to know if she ever has that dream too. I used to have days when I made believe she did know, an’ was comin’ to see me,” confessed the speaker shyly, with a little flush on her cheeks; “and I’d plan what I could have nice for supper, and I wasn’t goin’ to let anybody know she was here havin’ a good rest, except I’d wish you, Almira Todd, or dear Mis’ Blackett would happen in, for you’d know just how to talk with her. You see, she likes to be up in Scotland, right out in the wild country, better than she does anywhere else.”
“I’d really love to take her out to see mother at Green Island,” said Mrs. Todd with a sudden impulse.
“Oh, yes! I should love to have you,” exclaimed Mrs. Martin, and then she began to speak in a lower tone. “One day I got thinkin’ so about my dear Queen,” she said, “an’ livin’ so in my thoughts, that I went to work an’ got all ready for her, just as if she was really comin’. I never told this to a livin’ soul before, but I feel you’ll understand. I put my best fine sheets and blankets I spun an’ wove myself on the bed, and I picked some pretty flowers and put ’em all round the house, an’ I worked as hard an’ happy as I could all day, and had as nice a supper ready as I could get, sort of telling myself a story all the time. She was comin’ an’ I was goin’ to see her again, an’ I kep’ it up until nightfall; an’ when I see the dark an’ it come to me I was all alone, the dream left me, an’ I sat down on the doorstep an’ felt all foolish an’ tired. An’, if you’ll believe it, I heard steps comin’, an’ an old cousin o’ mine come wanderin’ along, one I was apt to be shy of. She wasn’t all there, as folks used to say, but harmless enough and a kind of poor old talking body. And I went right to meet her when I first heard her call, ’stead o’ hidin’ as I sometimes did, an’ she come in dreadful willin’, an’ we sat down to supper together; ’twas a supper I should have had no heart to eat alone.”
“I don’t believe she ever had such a splendid time in her life as she did then. I heard her tell all about it afterwards,” exclaimed Mrs. Todd compassionately. “There, now I hear all this it seems just as if the Queen might have known and couldn’t come herself, so she sent that poor old creatur’ that was always in need!”
Mrs. Martin looked timidly at Mrs. Todd and then at me. “’Twas childish o’ me to go an’ get supper,” she confessed.
“I guess you wa’n’t the first one to do that,” said Mrs. Todd. “No, I guess you wa’n’t the first one who’s got supper that way, Abby,” and then for a moment she could say no more.
Mrs. Todd and Mrs. Martin had moved their chairs a little so that they faced each other, and I, at one side, could see them both.
“No, you never told me o’ that before, Abby,” said Mrs. Todd gently. “Don’t it show that for folks that have any fancy in ’em, such beautiful dreams is the real part o’ life? But to most folks the common things that happens outside ’em is all in all.”
Mrs. Martin did not appear to understand at first, strange to say, when the secret of her heart was put into words; then a glow of pleasure and comprehension shone upon her face. “Why, I believe you’re right, Almira!” she said, and turned to me.