Alice persuaded him to leave the rest of his argument to be finished in
the evening, and ventured to tell him, as soon as he began to walk away
with her, that she thought, and so did Mrs. Byrne, that the Lamberts had
taken that bit of land in the next parish for the very purpose of
putting titheable produce out of his reach. If he would ask no more than
was asked in the next parish, he would not be altogether cheated of his
lambs and his wool in this way. As usual, she was told that she knew
nothing about the matter. She was sorry for it. She wished she could do
some good. It was much wanted. When she now looked behind her, she saw
that many were laughing at the Lamberts’ victory, and some sneering at
her father; and the renewed shouts and barkings and bleatings seemed to
have something of mockery in them.
No one was to be found behind the hedge when Alice would have pointed
out the peeper: but the grass of the dry ditch was laid in a way which
showed that some one had been stretched at length there. The vicar was
not surprised. Bread was so dear, this year, and wages in consequence so
high, that a great many people were out of employment. He had never
before seen so many idle people lying about in the fields on dry days,
and under sheds in wet weather: and Alice was aware that in no former
season had the vicar’s alms been so liberally distributed.
“O dear! they have half made the hay, I do believe. See how busy they
are!” cried Alice, when her party came in sight of the gay scene where a
long row of men and women were tedding the grass; the women with their
gowns tucked up, and their arms made bare, and the men uncoated, and
frequently resting their rakes against their shoulders to wipe their
brows. The usual pastimes of the hayfield were going on. Children were
shouting with delight, and rolling one another in the grass, or
pretending to make hay with rakes far too unwieldy for their strength;
while the bigger girls who were sitting under the shade of the hedge
with babies on their knees, looked on enviously, and began to wonder
whether their charge would not be very safe sprawling on the ground.
Baskets and cans helped to make a show in the corner with the discarded
coats, and the dog that sat as guard, perking its head at every noise,
and looking fully satisfied with its own importance.
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