"Ah, well!" said the old woman, taking them down tenderly. "These are my
poor Richard's heels, the only thing I have left of him now. They came
off all in a piece like that, when he was peeling after the scarlet
fever. Indeed, I've always kept them to remember him by. They're the
best weather-glass I have. I can generally tell by them when it's going
to rain."
Thirty years--so Miss Aubrey hastened to ascertain--had passed since the
memorable illness, therefore they might reasonably hope that no germs
yet lingered in the relics; but they shuddered to think of the infection
which must surely have been spread in the earlier days, when these
treasures were examined and handled by curious neighbours.
An old illustrated Bible, with the date 1807, containing many crude
woodcuts, occupied the little round table under the window. Mrs. Jones
declared she never did anything without consulting it; and the girls
were just going to express appreciation of her pious attention to
Scripture, when she explained that her method was to shut her eyes, and
opening the book at random, to insert the door key, and close it again.
It had then to be turned over seven times, and whatever text the key
pointed to, was sure to be appropriate. Once, so she declared, she had
applied to it for advice as to whether to go to law with a farmer who
had encroached upon her plot of land. She had struck the words: "Him
will I destroy", and being thus encouraged to pursue her suit, she had
won her case in triumph.
"Indeed, it's always right," she said, putting it carefully back on its
wool-work mat. "I call it my conjuring book, and I wouldn't part with it
for anything you could offer me."
* * * * *
"One gets odd peeps at life in the course of one's painting adventures,"
said Miss Aubrey. "An artist has the opportunity of becoming a good
student of human nature. Sketching somehow brings one into touch with
people in a way which no other hobby can emulate. I have had many funny
experiences since I first took up the brush."
"Mrs. Jones beats even Granny Blundell at queerness," decided the girls.
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