Chapter II

SIX weeks—only six weeks since Joe and Kitty Brennan settled down to married life in their own home. What an altered home it was, and what an altered couple were the husband and wife already! From the first day that the work had to be done by Kitty's white hands, it became plain how unused they were to the task before them. It was a new experience for the girl-wife to have to think and plan for a husband as well as herself.

At first she was willing, and faced the getting up early, the fire-making and house-cleaning, the cooking and clearing away, cheerfully enough, though her inexperience and want of method greatly increased her work, and left her needlessly weary when evening came.

Joe, used to excellent management at home, could see the mistakes Kitty made, the extra trouble she caused herself, the needless steps, the waste cause by ignorance and haste. He wanted to help, and was able to do it; but Kitty stood on her new dignity, and would not be interfered with, she said.

So ill-cooked food, an untidy table, a house in which everything was at sixes and sevens, became the rule. There was a place for everything, and everything in its place, when Grace Brennan showed Kitty through the new home. Now, after only a few weeks, everything was out of place.

If Kitty could but have felt her own deficiency, she would have wished to mend it, but she found fault with all but herself. "If this house were like ours, I could manage better. If I could have a woman to come in and help, as mother used to have, I should not find the rest too much. I could do the ironing, but the washing rubs the skin off my hands. They are getting so rough and horrid to look at."

Kitty held up her hands and seemed ready to cry, because they were no longer white and smooth as they used to be.

"You know, Kitty dear, I told you just what I had to keep house on, and that till I got my next rise, we must not have help in the work. You were so sure you could manage."

"I know, Joe. You needn't bring up what I said. I knew no better, and I felt certain mother would do something to help out. And now she is gone away, and does not even say when she is coming back. She said she was so grieved about me leaving her alone, and now she has left me and mightn't have a daughter. I heard that somebody wants her to marry again. It will be a shame if she does marry, but I'm glad she can't prevent me having the money after she has done with it."

"I don't believe a word of that tale," said Joe.

"Do you think I'm telling a story, then?" asked Kitty, angrily. "I tell you I heard it from Mrs. Willis!"

"My dear, I'm sure you would tell nothing but the truth. All the same, I pay little heed to Mrs. Willis and her tales, so be comforted. I'm going down home. Shall I ask Grace to come and help you straighten up?"

Kitty would have been glad of such help, but two reasons made her say, "No, thank you, Joe; I'll manage without Grace."

First, she did not like to own that her sister-in-law knew so much better than herself how to do the work of a house. Second, she felt ashamed that Grace should see how different both she and her home looked after so short a time.

Joe sighed and went his way, painfully conscious that many of his friends were already doubting whether he had really been in luck when he took to wife pretty Kitty Anderton.

Joe said nothing about domestic difficulties to his own people, but when kind enquiries were made, he answered them and said, with perfect truth, that Kitty was too busy to come with him, but sent her love to them all and a special share for Grace.

At home, Kitty was muddling on in much confusion, yet feeling dissatisfied with herself. Joe was so patient and kind, never speaking angrily or fault-finding, but bearing so much and always ready to praise the least thing that could be honestly praised. She thought how different his old orderly home would look. She glanced in the glass, and could hardly believe that the image she saw there was a reflection of her who was so smart and tidy as Kitty Anderton. Whilst doing her best, according to her knowledge, she also resolved that the next morning should see her up early and driving her work, instead of letting it drive her.

When Joe came home, he brought pleasant messages, and was so kind and loving, and seemingly so blind to all defects, that Kitty felt more and more anxious to keep her resolutions and become a real good, clever wife to such a husband. But ignorance, disorder, and want of method are enemies not to be conquered by mere resolutions, though these must be the beginnings that lead to improvement.

Kitty stole downstairs on the following morning much earlier than was needful. If she had remembered to wind up the cuckoo clock, she would have known the right time. She could not reach Joe's watch without waking him, and she meant to surprise him by what she would get done before he came down.

When nearly at the foot of the stairs, she found out that she had forgotten the matchbox she meant to bring. Two of the steps would creak under her light weight, so she determined not to go back, as there was a full matchbox in the kitchen. She began to grope for this, but before she found it, she knocked down a jug and broke it, beside making a great clatter.

It was something to have found the matches, and she opened the box quickly and fully without first feeling whether it was the right side up or not. It was wrong, and away went the matches all over the floor.

Kitty had got hold of that word luck, and was very fond of using it. Whenever anything went wrong, no matter how much she might have been to blame for forgetfulness or carelessness, she was sure to say, "It's just my luck. Such things don't happen to other people. I am an unlucky creature."

She was right. They only happened to people who paved the way for them by their own doing, or leaving undone what would have prevented the mishap.

On this morning, Kitty had said very softly, not to wake Joe, "It's just my luck," when she found the clock stopped, when the stairs creaked, when she forgot the matchbox, when she broke the jug, and when she spilled the matches through holding them the wrong way up. However, amongst so many she soon found one, and obtained a light which enabled her to gather up the rest.

"It's just my luck," said Kitty once more, as she found that she had used more than double the proper allowance of firewood through being late the morning before, and had forgotten to order any more all through its not being the day on which she was used to get in a supply for the week.

She had some wood, but it needed drying, and it was a very long business to get it to burn at all. However, it burned at last, and then, Kitty feeling that it would take a long time to get the kettle boiling, determined to put it on at once.

It would not do to crush the fire altogether, so she placed the kettle very gingerly on the coals, but not touching the bar. It was pleasant to see the blaze rising higher, and Kitty thought for once her luck was on the right side, and rejoiced accordingly.

She turned to begin her work, when lo! the kettle slipped, and went over to one side, through the blaze having consumed the supporting wood. Half the water went on to the still struggling flame and extinguished it completely.

All had to be done over again. Kitty was ready to cry and to give up as she whimpered, "It's just my luck! If I make up my mind that I'll get things put straight, I'm always disappointed. If I'd only thought to prop the kettle on the bar, it would have been firm."

The fire must be relighted, and this time the task would be more difficult, as the contents of the grate were all wet, and the best of the wood had been used for the first attempt. Time was flying as fast as usual, and Kitty was thinking that Joe would be down before she had begun her efforts at improving the state of the kitchen.

Once more she drew the matchbox open, but only half-way. Unfortunately, in her haste, she struck the match before closing it again. It was of the sort which will only light by rubbing on the box. She ought to have rubbed gently if she had carried out the directions. She struck sharply, and the head of the match flew off and into the box amongst the rest. These all exploded at once, and poor Kitty's hand was sadly burned, thought she dropped the box as quickly as she could.

She was holding it over the table on which the supper cloth still lay, and of course the burning matches set it on fire.

Fully alive to the danger, she managed to put it out. But the cloth was ruined, and she was conscious that if it had been shaken and put away the night before, the loss would have been prevented.

Poor Kitty! Her hand was terribly painful, but help was at hand. She had given a sharp cry when the matches exploded. For once her forgetfulness in leaving the staircase door open was lucky, for Joe heard the cry, smelled the burning cloth, and rushed down to find out what was the matter, and to remedy the mischief as far as possible.

Fortunately, he knew what to do and had materials at hand, and very soon the burn was attended to, and giving her much less pain.

There was nothing for it but to fetch Grace to the rescue, and very thankful was Kitty when she saw her sister-in-law's kind face. Through the day she watched Grace's thorough work and the orderly manner in which it was done. She realised her kindness in coming, and the further kindness of her silence with regard to all that she found so different from what she left it.

Kitty was enabled to see herself also, and to contrast her doings with those of Grace, her wifely deficiencies with her husband's tender patience. She sobbed out her confession on his breast as his strong arm held her there. She owned her pride, her self-satisfaction, her ignorance, even her jealousy of Grace's superior domestic abilities, and begged that she might be allowed to learn from her sister-in-law how to make Joe's house a real home. More than all, she asked God to strengthen, guide, and help her for the future, and to forgive, for Christ's sake, all that had been wrong in the past.

That chapter of accidents proved a bit of real good luck after all, and brighter days began from that time. Grace proved the gentlest, most patient of teachers; Kitty as ready and humble a learner. Each day made them truer friends, until at last Kitty said that one of the best presents Joe ever gave her was dear kind Gracie for a sister. There was no talk of sisters-in-law after that time, and in place of feeling jealous of Grace's superior knowledge, Kitty was humbly anxious to become more like her.

In due time Mrs. Anderton returned, and met with the most loving of welcomes from her daughter. She was looking much better for her long holiday, and seemed to have brought back for her child an extra share of affection. Her face fairly beamed with gladness as she clasped the girl-wife to her motherly breast and kissed her with more than the old tenderness.

"Mother, I have so wanted you," said Kitty. "Joe is the best husband in the world, but nobody can ever take mother's place. There's one sort of love for him, and plenty of it, and another sort for you, and plenty of it too; there can be no clashing between them. I hope I shall be a better daughter for having found out what an ignorant creature I am as a wife. I thought I knew everything, and now I know that I have nearly everything to learn. But I'm willing to be taught now, and that is a step in the right direction, isn't it?"

As to Mrs. Anderton, it seemed as though her affection for her child had so accumulated in her absence that Kitty felt doubly enriched in being the object of so much tenderness. There was nothing in her mother's manner that suggested the probability of a second marriage, and Kitty shrank from asking her if there was any truth in the report which had reached her.

However, the gossip who had made her uneasy by her tattle had told the tale to others, and Mrs. Anderton soon received congratulations from her friends and neighbours. She promptly assured them that their congratulations were misplaced, and hastened to speak to Kitty on the subject, lest she too should have been misled and rendered anxious by the idle gossip of Mrs. Willis.

"Joe said he was certain there was no truth in it or you would have told me, mother dear. I am so glad, for I want to keep you to myself," said Kitty.

"Then you did believe it, Kitty, and Joe did not? Thank you, Joe," said Mrs. Anderton. "You had more faith in me than my own girl had."

The speaker did not think less of her son-in-law for, as she said, giving her credit for common sense.

"I did not quite believe it, mother, but when people are so positive, you hardly know what to think."

"Well, child, you have got a lesson in this as well as in other things, and I hope you won't make yourself miserable again by listening to gossip about your mother—or indeed about anybody for that matter," said Mrs. Anderton.

And Kitty acted on her advice.

The young wife is nursing her first baby now, and makes an excellent mother. Her hands are not so white as they were in her maiden days, but they are useful, capable hands, and therefore worthy of all admiration. Joe feels certain that Kitty is prettier than ever. She makes his life very happy, and he reaps the fruit of his patience with her early deficiencies in her tender anxiety for his comfort in their well-ordered home. No one who sees the pair together nowadays can have the smallest doubt about the reality of Joe Brennan's luck.