To-day we arranged the hall. Three sides of it are panelled with black oak. There are large red flagstones for a floor and a wide window looking out across a bit of lawn into a little wood already pierced with bluebell spikes. Amongst the family things there is an old deal settle painted black, and this and a spinning wheel now stand beside the open fire, and where there is no panelling on the walls, I’ve stood an ancient dresser and filled its shelves with plates and dishes, made of stoneware, blue and gold. There are cups to match as well upon the hooks, and on the board below a naval copper rum jug Ross dug up from somewhere, and some copper bowls and pans. The carved oak chest now stands beneath the window, and there are other things besides which you shall see if you like to come and call on me! And then, although it looked so nice it lacked the feel of Michael, and because I am a very foolish woman I hung some caps and a coat of his upon the hooks just by the door, and flung a pipe and matches and a riding whip upon the table, and pretended that he had just come in and said, ’Lunch ready, old lady, what’s the pudden?’ and was gone upstairs for a moment followed by a trail of dogs. Then because he hadn’t, and his things only increased the desolation, and because I have not had a letter for five days, I wept copiously into the aforesaid coat, and made a wet patch on the sleeve. Ross, passing unexpectedly, caught me with wet eyes, so I told him that the smell of Harris tweed always had, did, and would make my eyes water, which was the best excuse I could make at such short notice. This statement my brother received with the tact of an archangel, merely remarking as he went out that he knew exactly what I meant. Some things made his eyes run, for example, pepper and onions, and measles in the early stages. He returned soon after and said,—
’But you can’t possibly eat your lunch at half-past twelve, Ross.’
’Can’t I? You try me. Nature abhors a vacuum, come on, I’m starving. Now,’ said he, as he stood, a great tall thing with his back to the fire, ’you’re going to have a long rest this afternoon.’
’Indeed, I’m not, I’ve simply stacks to do.’
’This afternoon and every afternoon,’ continued Ross, ignoring my remark. ’Michael says I’m letting you do too much, you’re tired out and it’s got to be stopped, I’ve got to read the Riot Act and then the list of crimes.’