Country life -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
"I know," said Ann. "Father was always singularly comforting. When we
hurt ourselves, you and Marget invariably took the gloomiest view,
looked up medical books and prophesied dire results. Once I got my
thumb badly crushed and the nail torn off while swinging on a see-saw.
Marget at once said 'lock-jaw!' I hadn't a notion what that was, but
it had an eerily fatal sound, and I crept away to Father's study to try
and lose my fears in a book. Presently Father came in, and I rolled
out of the arm-chair I had cuddled into and ran to show him my bandaged
hand.
"'Oh, Father!' I cried, 'will I take lock-jaw and will I die?' I can
see him now, all fresh from the cold air, laughing at me, yet sorry for
me, lifting me up in his strong arms, saying, 'Poor wifie, were they
frightening you? Lock-jaw? No. Let's look at it. Yes, I see the
nail's off. Had we better get a celluloid one till the new one grows?
Try and keep a cloth on it, like a good lassie, and it will soon be
well.' And then peace slid into my soul, and I sat on his knee and he
told me a story. I can quite see what a wonderful minister my father
was. It was that air of surety, of steadfastness, that gave people
such a lift, and that firm, comforting hand that touched things so
gently. Robbie had the same; so had the little lad.... But to go back
to Inchkeld and the congregation----"
"Yes. It was a very flourishing congregation. Every Sunday it crammed
the little church, and sometimes forms had to be brought in. The
goodness of the people was almost destroying. They wanted to share
everything they had with us. Constantly such things as a hare, or
pheasants, or a 'black bun,' or several cakes of shortbread would
arrive--and we had so few to eat them. Inchkeld was a sociable place,
and I had lots of callers and no lack of opportunities for wearing my
wedding finery. Those weren't the days of afternoon tea. Cake and
wine were served in the drawing-room with the white and gilt wall-paper
and the red rep furniture--neat squares of wedding-cake in the brand
new silver cake-basket."
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