an aeroplane was flying over glen st. mary, like a great bird poised against the western sky—a sky so clear and of such a pale, silvery yellow, that it gave an impression of a vast, wind-freshened space of freedom. the little group on the ingleside lawn looked up at it with fascinated eyes, although it was by no means an unusual thing to see an occasional hovering plane that summer. susan was always intensely excited. who knew but that it might be shirley away up there in the clouds, flying over to the island from kingsport? but shirley had gone overseas now, so susan was not so keenly interested in this particular aeroplane and its pilot. nevertheless, she looked at it with awe.
"i wonder, mrs. dr. dear," she said solemnly, "what the old folks down there in the graveyard would think if they could rise out of their graves for one moment and behold that sight. i am sure my father would disapprove of it, for he was a man who did not believe in new-fangled ideas of any sort. he always cut his grain with a reaping hook to the day of his death. a mower he would not have. what was good enough for his father was good enough for him, he used to say. i hope it is not unfilial to say that i think he was wrong in that point of view, but i am not sure i go so far as to approve of aeroplanes, though they may be a military necessity. if the almighty had meant us to fly he would have provided us with wings. since he did not it is plain he meant us to stick to the solid earth. at any rate, you will never see me, mrs. dr. dear, cavorting through the sky in an aeroplane."
"but you won't refuse to cavort a bit in father's new automobile when it comes, will you, susan?" teased rilla.
"i do not expect to trust my old bones in automobiles, either," retorted susan. "but i do not look upon them as some narrow-minded people do. whiskers-on-the-moon says the government should be turned out of office for permitting them to run on the island at all. he foams at the mouth, they tell me, when he sees one. the other day he saw one coming along that narrow side-road by his wheatfield, and whiskers bounded over the fence and stood right in the middle of the road, with his pitchfork. the man in the machine was an agent of some kind, and whiskers hates agents as much as he hates automobiles. he made the car come to a halt, because there was not room to pass him on either side, and the agent could not actually run over him. then he raised his pitchfork and shouted, 'get out of this with your devil-machine or i will run this pitchfork clean through you.' and mrs. dr. dear, if you will believe me, that poor agent had to back his car clean out to the lowbridge road, nearly a mile, whiskers following him every step, shaking his pitchfork and bellowing insults. now, mrs. dr. dear, i call such conduct unreasonable; but all the same," added susan, with a sigh, "what with aeroplanes and automobiles and all the rest of it, this island is not what it used to be."
the aeroplane soared and dipped and circled, and soared again, until it became a mere speck far over the sunset hills.
"'with the majesty of pinion which the theban eagles bear sailing with supreme dominion through the azure fields of air.'"
quoted anne blythe dreamily.
"i wonder," said miss oliver, "if humanity will be any happier because of aeroplanes. it seems to me that the sum of human happiness remains much the same from age to age, no matter how it may vary in distribution, and that all the 'many inventions' neither lessen nor increase it."
"after all, the 'kingdom of heaven is within you,'" said mr. meredith, gazing after the vanishing speck which symbolized man's latest victory in a world-old struggle. "it does not depend on material achievements and triumphs."
"nevertheless, an aeroplane is a fascinating thing," said the doctor. "it has always been one of humanity's favourite dreams—the dream of flying. dream after dream comes true—or rather is made true by persevering effort. i should like to have a flight in an aeroplane myself."
"shirley wrote me that he was dreadfully disappointed in his first flight," said rilla. "he had expected to experience the sensation of soaring up from the earth like a bird—and instead he just had the feeling that he wasn't moving at all, but that the earth was dropping away under him. and the first time he went up alone he suddenly felt terribly homesick. he had never felt like that before; but all at once, he said, he felt as if he were adrift in space—and he had a wild desire to get back home to the old planet and the companionship of fellow creatures. he soon got over that feeling, but he says his first flight alone was a nightmare to him because of that dreadful sensation of ghastly loneliness."
the aeroplane disappeared. the doctor threw back his head with a sigh.
"when i have watched one of those bird-men out of sight i come back to earth with an odd feeling of being merely a crawling insect. anne," he said, turning to his wife, "do you remember the first time i took you for a buggy ride in avonlea—that night we went to the carmody concert, the first fall you taught in avonlea? i had out little black mare with the white star on her forehead, and a shining brand-new buggy—and i was the proudest fellow in the world, barring none. i suppose our grandson will be taking his sweetheart out quite casually for an evening 'fly' in his aeroplane."
"an aeroplane won't be as nice as little silverspot was," said anne. "a machine is simply a machine—but silverspot, why she was a personality, gilbert. a drive behind her had something in it that not even a flight among sunset clouds could have. no, i don't envy my grandson's sweetheart, after all. mr. meredith is right. 'the kingdom of heaven'—and of love—and of happiness—doesn't depend on externals."
"besides," said the doctor gravely, "our said grandson will have to give most of his attention to the aeroplane—he won't be able to let the reins lie on its back while he gazes into his lady's eyes. and i have an awful suspicion that you can't run an aeroplane with one arm. no"—the doctor shook his head—"i believe i'd still prefer silverspot after all."
the russian line broke again that summer and susan said bitterly that she had expected it ever since kerensky had gone and got married.
"far be it from me to decry the holy state of matrimony, mrs. dr. dear, but i felt that when a man was running a revolution he had his hands full and should have postponed marriage until a more fitting season. the russians are done for this time and there would be no sense in shutting our eyes to the fact. but have you seen woodrow wilson's reply to the pope's peace proposals? it is magnificent. i really could not have expressed the rights of the matter better myself. i feel that i can forgive wilson everything for it. he knows the meaning of words and that you may tie to. speaking of meanings, have you heard the latest story about whiskers-on-the-moon, mrs. dr. dear? it seems he was over at the lowbridge road school the other day and took a notion to examine the fourth class in spelling. they have the summer term there yet, you know, with the spring and fall vacations, being rather backward people on that road. my niece, ella baker, goes to that school and she it was who told me the story. the teacher was not feeling well, having a dreadful headache, and she went out to get a little fresh air while mr. pryor was examining the class. the children got along all right with the spelling but when whiskers began to question them about the meanings of the words they were all at sea, because they had not learned them. ella and the other big scholars felt terrible over it. they love their teacher so, and it seems mr. pryor's brother, abel pryor, who is trustee of that school, is against her and has been trying to turn the other trustees over to his way of thinking. and ella and the rest were afraid that if the fourth class couldn't tell whiskers the meanings of the words he would think the teacher was no good and tell abel so, and abel would have a fine handle. but little sandy logan saved the situation. he is a home boy, but he is as smart as a steel trap, and he sized up whiskers-on-the-moon right off. 'what does "anatomy" mean?' whiskers demanded. 'a pain in your stomach,' sandy replied, quick as a flash and never batting an eyelid. whiskers-on-the-moon is a very ignorant man, mrs. dr. dear; he didn't know the meaning of the words himself, and he said 'very good—very good.' the class caught right on—at least three or four of the brighter ones did—and they kept up the fun. jean blane said that 'acoustic' meant 'a religious squabble,' and muriel baker said that an 'agnostic' was 'a man who had indigestion,' and jim carter said that 'acerbity' meant that 'you ate nothing but vegetable food,' and so on all down the list. whiskers swallowed it all, and kept saying 'very good—very good' until ella thought that die she would trying to keep a straight face. when the teacher came in, whiskers complimented her on the splendid understanding the children had of their lesson and said he meant to tell the trustees what a jewel they had. it was 'very unusual,' he said, to find a fourth class who could answer up so prompt when it came to explaining what words meant. he went off beaming. but ella told me this as a great secret, mrs. dr. dear, and we must keep it as such, for the sake of the lowbridge road teacher. it would likely be the ruin of her chances of keeping the school if whiskers should ever find out how he had been bamboozled."
mary vance came up to ingleside that same afternoon to tell them that miller douglas, who had been wounded when the canadians took hill 70, had had to have his leg amputated. the ingleside folk sympathized with mary, whose zeal and patriotism had taken some time to kindle but now burned with a glow as steady and bright as any one's.
"some folks have been twitting me about having a husband with only one leg. but," said mary, rising to a lofty height, "i would rather miller with only one leg than any other man in the world with a dozen—unless," she added as an after-thought, "unless it was lloyd george. well, i must be going. i thought you'd be interested in hearing about miller so i ran up from the store, but i must hustle home for i promised luke macallister i'd help him build his grain stack this evening. it's up to us girls to see that the harvest is got in, since the boys are so scarce. i've got overalls and i can tell you they're real becoming. mrs. alec douglas says they're indecent and shouldn't be allowed, and even mrs. elliott kinder looks askance at them. but bless you, the world moves, and anyhow there's no fun for me like shocking kitty alec."
"by the way, father," said rilla, "i'm going to take jack flagg's place in his father's store for a month. i promised him today that i would, if you didn't object. then he can help the farmers get the harvest in. i don't think i'd be much use in a harvest myself—though lots of the girls are—but i can set jack free while i do his work. jims isn't much bother in the daytime now, and i'll always be home at night."
"do you think you'll like weighing out sugar and beans, and trafficking in butter and eggs?" said the doctor, twinkling.
"probably not. that isn't the question. it's just one way of doing my bit." so rilla went behind mr. flagg's counter for a month; and susan went into albert crawford's oat-fields.
"i am as good as any of them yet," she said proudly. "not a man of them can beat me when it comes to building a stack. when i offered to help albert looked doubtful. 'i am afraid the work will be too hard for you,' he said. 'try me for a day and see,' said i. 'i will do my darnedest.'"
none of the ingleside folks spoke for just a moment. their silence meant that they thought susan's pluck in "working out" quite wonderful. but susan mistook their meaning and her sun-burned face grew red.
"this habit of swearing seems to be growing on me, mrs. dr. dear," she said apologetically. "to think that i should be acquiring it at my age! it is such a dreadful example to the young girls. i am of the opinion it comes of reading the newspapers so much. they are so full of profanity and they do not spell it with stars either, as used to be done in my young days. this war is demoralizing everybody."
susan, standing on a load of grain, her grey hair whipping in the breeze and her skirt kilted up to her knees for safety and convenience—no overalls for susan, if you please—neither a beautiful nor a romantic figure; but the spirit that animated her gaunt arms was the self-same one that captured vimy ridge and held the german legions back from verdun.
it is not the least likely, however, that this consideration was the one which appealed most strongly to mr. pryor when he drove past one afternoon and saw susan pitching sheaves gamely.
"smart woman that," he reflected. "worth two of many a younger one yet. i might do worse—i might do worse. if milgrave comes home alive i'll lose miranda and hired housekeepers cost more than a wife and are liable to leave a man in the lurch any time. i'll think it over."
a week later mrs. blythe, coming up from the village late in the afternoon, paused at the gate of ingleside in an amazement which temporarily bereft her of the power of motion. an extraordinary sight met her eyes. round the end of the kitchen burst mr. pryor, running as stout, pompous mr. pryor had not run in years, with terror imprinted on every lineament—a terror quite justifiable, for behind him, like an avenging fate, came susan, with a huge, smoking iron pot grasped in her hands, and an expression in her eye that boded ill to the object of her indignation, if she should overtake him. pursuer and pursued tore across the lawn. mr. pryor reached the gate a few feet ahead of susan, wrenched it open, and fled down the road, without a glance at the transfixed lady of ingleside.
"susan," gasped anne.
susan halted in her mad career, set down her pot, and shook her fist after mr. pryor, who had not ceased to run, evidently believing that susan was still full cry after him.
"susan, what does this mean?" demanded anne, a little severely.
"you may well ask that, mrs. dr. dear," susan replied wrathfully. "i have not been so upset in years. that—that—that pacifist has actually had the audacity to come up here and, in my own kitchen, to ask me to marry him. him!"
anne choked back a laugh.
"but—susan! couldn't you have found a—well, a less spectacular method of refusing him? think what a gossip this would have made if anyone had been going past and had seen such a performance."
"indeed, mrs. dr. dear, you are quite right. i did not think of it because i was quite past thinking rationally. i was just clean mad. come in the house and i will tell you all about it."
susan picked up her pot and marched into the kitchen, still trembling with wrathful excitement. she set her pot on the stove with a vicious thud. "wait a moment until i open all the windows to air this kitchen well, mrs. dr. dear. there, that is better. and i must wash my hands, too, because i shook hands with whiskers-on-the-moon when he came in—not that i wanted to, but when he stuck out his fat, oily hand i did not know just what else to do at the moment. i had just finished my afternoon cleaning and thanks be, everything was shining and spotless; and thought i 'now that dye is boiling and i will get my rug rags and have them nicely out of the way before supper.'
"just then a shadow fell over the floor and looking up i saw whiskers-on-the-moon, standing in the doorway, dressed up and looking as if he had just been starched and ironed. i shook hands with him, as aforesaid, mrs. dr. dear, and told him you and the doctor were both away. but he said,
"i have come to see you, miss baker.'
"i asked him to sit down, for the sake of my own manners, and then i stood there right in the middle of the floor and gazed at him as contemptuously as i could. in spite of his brazen assurance this seemed to rattle him a little; but he began trying to look sentimental at me out of his little piggy eyes, and all at once an awful suspicion flashed into my mind. something told me, mrs. dr. dear, that i was about to receive my first proposal. i have always thought that i would like to have just one offer of marriage to reject, so that i might be able to look other women in the face, but you will not hear me bragging of this. i consider it an insult and if i could have thought of any way of preventing it i would. but just then, mrs. dr. dear, you will see i was at a disadvantage, being taken so completely by surprise. some men, i am told, consider a little preliminary courting the proper thing before a proposal, if only to give fair warning of their intentions; but whiskers-on-the-moon probably thought it was any port in a storm for me and that i would jump at him. well, he is undeceived—yes, he is undeceived, mrs. dr. dear. i wonder if he has stopped running yet."
"i understand that you don't feel flattered, susan. but couldn't you have refused him a little more delicately than by chasing him off the premises in such a fashion?"
"well, maybe i might have, mrs. dr. dear, and i intended to, but one remark he made aggravated me beyond my powers of endurance. if it had not been for that i would not have chased him with my dye-pot. i will tell you the whole interview. whiskers sat down, as i have said, and right beside him on another chair doc was lying. the animal was pretending to be asleep but i knew very well he was not, for he has been hyde all day and hyde never sleeps. by the way, mrs. dr. dear, have you noticed that that cat is far oftener hyde than jekyll now? the more victories germany wins the hyder he becomes. i leave you to draw your own conclusions from that. i suppose whiskers thought he might curry favour with me by praising the creature, little dreaming what my real sentiments towards it were, so he stuck out his pudgy hand and stroked mr. hyde's back. 'what a nice cat,' he said. the nice cat flew at him and bit him. then it gave a fearful yowl, and bounded out of the door. whiskers looked after it quite amazed. 'that is a queer kind of a varmint,' he said. i agreed with him on that point, but i was not going to let him see it. besides, what business had he to call our cat a varmint? 'it may be a varmint or it may not,' i said, 'but it knows the difference between a canadian and a hun.' you would have thought, would you not, mrs. dr. dear, that a hint like that would have been enough for him! but it went no deeper than his skin. i saw him settling back quite comfortable, as if for a good talk, and thought i, 'if there is anything coming it may as well come soon and be done with, for with all these rags to dye before supper i have no time to waste in flirting,' so i spoke right out. 'if you have anything particular to discuss with me, mr. pryor, i would feel obliged if you would mention it without loss of time, because i am very busy this afternoon.' he fairly beamed at me out of that circle of red whisker, and said, 'you are a business-like woman and i agree with you. there is no use in wasting time beating around the bush. i came up here today to ask you to marry me.' so there it was, mrs. dr. dear. i had a proposal at last, after waiting sixty-four years for one.
"i just glared at that presumptuous creature and i said, 'i would not marry you if you were the last man on earth, josiah pryor. so there you have my answer and you can take it away forthwith.' you never saw a man so taken aback as he was, mrs. dr. dear. he was so flabbergasted that he just blurted out the truth. 'why, i thought you'd be only too glad to get a chance to be married,' he said. that was when i lost my head, mrs. dr. dear. do you think i had a good excuse, when a hun and a pacifist made such an insulting remark to me? 'go,' i thundered, and i just caught up that iron pot. i could see that he thought i had suddenly gone insane, and i suppose he considered an iron pot full of boiling dye was a dangerous weapon in the hands of a lunatic. at any rate he went, and stood not upon the order of his going, as you saw for yourself. and i do not think we will see him back here proposing to us again in a hurry. no, i think he has learned that there is at least one single woman in glen st. mary who has no hankering to become mrs. whiskers-on-the-moon."
