China -- Fiction; Communism -- Fiction; Women peasants -- Fiction
She rose then as fast as she could, fumbling her clothes and feeling
for the candle, and when she opened the door softly, for she knew
it must be for a secret thing he came at such an hour and in such a
way, there he was with two other young men, all dressed in the same
way he went dressed these days, in black. They had a great bundle of
something tied up in paper and rope and when she opened the door with
the light in her hand, her son blew the light out for there was a faint
moon, enough to see by, and when she cried out but still softly in her
pleasure to see him, he said in a whisper, “Mother, there is something
of my own I must put under your bed among the winter garments there.
Say nothing of it, for I do not want anyone to know it is there. I will
come and fetch it again.”
Her heart misgave her somehow when she heard this and she opened her
eyes and said soberly, holding her voice low as his, “Son, it is not
an ill thing, I hope--I hope you have not taken something that is not
yours.”
But he answered hastily, “No, no, mother, nothing robbed, I swear. It
is some sheepskins I had the chance to buy cheap, but my brother will
blame me for them for he blames me for everything, and I have nowhere
to put them. I bought them very cheap and you shall have one next
winter, mother, for a coat--we will all wear good clothes next winter!”
She was mightily pleased then and trusted him when he said they were
not robbed and it was a joy to her to share a little secret with this
son of hers and she said hastily, “Oh, aye, trust me, son! There be
many things in this room that my son and son’s wife do not know.”
Then the two men brought the bundle in and they pushed it silently
under the bed, and the fowls cackled and stared and the buffalo woke
and began to chew its cud.
But the son would not stay at all, and when the mother saw his haste
she wondered but she said, “Be sure I will keep them safe, my son, but
ought they not to be aired and sunned against the moth?”
To this he answered carelessly, “It is but for a day or two, for we
are moving to a larger place and then I shall have a room of my own and
plenty.”
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