China -- Fiction; Communism -- Fiction; Women peasants -- Fiction
But when she was home again she busied herself here and there
forgetting all her weariness, and when the maid asked, “Mother, what
was wrong?” she answered quickly, “Nothing much amiss, child, except
your younger brother would not do his share, or so his brother said.
But brothers always quarrel, I think,” and she ran and made an extra
dish from some radishes she pulled, and sliced them and poured vinegar
upon them and sesame oil and soy sauce, such as she knew her son loved.
And as she worked she pondered her amends and it seemed true to her her
son should wed and she blamed herself because she had leaned on him as
on a man, and yet he had not man’s reward, and she set her mind to do
all that she had said she would.
Her elder son came in at last and later than usual so that it was
wholly dark and she could not see his face until he came within the
light of the candle she had lit and set ready on the table. She looked
at him closely then, without his seeing her, and she saw he was himself
again and pleased with what she had said and all his anger gone. And
seeing this peace upon her elder son she called to the younger one who
hung about the door, not daring to come in until he knew his brother’s
temper, and yet driven by hunger, too, and she called out, “Come in,
little son!”
And he came in, his eyes upon his brother. But the elder paid no heed
to him, his anger gone for this time, and the mother was well content
and knew she had decided well and so she moved to carry out her promise
to the end.
* * * * *
And as she ever did in any little trouble, she went to the cousin and
to the cousin’s wife, for she herself knew no maid, since none in that
hamlet could be chosen, seeing all were kin by blood and marriage and
had the same surname, nor did she know any maid in town, for there she
had dealings only with such small shops as bought the little she had
to sell. She went at an hour in evening, for the year was yet warm
although early autumn was near, and they sat and talked while the
cousin’s wife suckled her last child. The mother made known her want at
last and said, “Then do you know any maid, my sister, in that village
where you lived before you were wed? A maid like yourself I would like
very well, easy tempered and quick to bear and good enough at labor.
The house I can tend myself yet for many a year, and if she be not so
good in the house I can endure it.”
The good cousin’s wife laughed at this loudly and looked at her man and
cried, “I do not know if he would say your son would count it curse or
blessing to have one like me.”
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