Clergy -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Glasgow (Scotland) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
The mending of Buff's suit completed the cheering process; for, in one
of his trouser pockets, she found a picture drawn and coloured by that
artist. It was a picture of Noah and the Ark, bold in conception if not
very masterly in workmanship. Noah was represented with his head poked
out of a skylight, his patriarchal beard waving in the wind, watching
for the return of the dove; but the artist must have got confused in
his ornithology, for the fowl coming towards Noah was a fearsome
creature with a beak like an eagle. Aloft, astride on a somewhat solid
cloud, clad in a crown and a sort of pyjama-suit, sat what was
evidently intended to be an angel of sorts--watching with interest the
manoeuvres of Noah and the eagle-like dove. And as Elizabeth smoothed
out the crumpled masterpiece she wondered how she could have imagined
herself dull when the house contained the Buffy-boy.
The writing-table in the drawing-room showed a pile of letters waiting
to be answered. Elizabeth stirred the fire into a blaze, sniffed at a
bowl of violets, and sat down to answer them. "Two bazaar circulars!
and both from people who have helped me.... Well, I must just buy
things to send." She turned to the next. "How bills do come home to
roost! I wish I had paid this at the time. Now I must write a
cheque--and my account so lean and shrunken. What an offence bills are!"
Very reluctantly she wrote a cheque and looked at it wistfully before
she put it into the envelope, and took up a letter from a person
unknown, resident in Rothesay, asking her to sing in that town at a
charity concert. "_I heard you sing while staying with my sister, Mrs.
M'Cubbins, whom you know, and I will be pleased if you can stay the
night----_" so ran the letter. "Pleased if I stay the night!" thought
Elizabeth wrathfully. "I should just think I would if I went--which I
won't, of course. Mrs. M'Cubbins' sister! That explains the
impertinence." And she wrote a chill note regretting that she could not
give herself the pleasure. An invitation to dinner was declined because
it was for "Prayer-meeting night." Then she took up a long letter, much
underlined, which she read through carefully before she began to write.
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