The Awakening and Selected Short Fiction (Barnes & Noble Classics) - Kate Chopin [96]
“I wants’ im to come in heah an’ say: ‘Howdy, Aunt Dicey! will you be so kine and go put on yo’ noo calker153 dress an’ yo’ bonnit w’at you w‘ars to meetin’, an’ stan’ ‘side f’om dat i‘onin’-boa’d w‘ilse I gwine take yo photygraph.’ Dat de way fo’ a boy to talk w‘at had good raisin’.”
Martinette had arisen, and began to take slow leave of the woman. She turned at the cabin door to observe tentatively: “I reckon it’s Wilkins tells you how the folks they talk, yonda up to Mr. Hallet’s.”
She did not go to the store as she had intended, but walked with a dragging step back to her home. The silver dollars clicked in her pocket as she walked. She felt like flinging them across the field; they seemed to her somehow the price of shame.
The sun had sunk, and twilight was settling like a silver beam upon the bayou and enveloping the fields in a gray mist. Evariste, slim and slouchy, was waiting for his daughter in the cabin door. He had lighted a fire of sticks and branches, and placed the kettle before it to boil. He met the girl with his slow, serious, questioning eyes, astonished to see her empty-handed.
“How come you did n’ bring nuttin’ f‘om de sto’ Martinette?”
She entered and flung her gingham sun-bonnet upon a chair. “No, I did n’ go yonda;” and with sudden exasperation: “You got to go take back that money; you mus’n’ git no picture took.”
“But, Martinette,” her father mildly interposed, “I promise’ ‘im; an’ he’s goin’ give me some mo’ money w’en he finish.”
“If he give you a ba‘el o’ money, you mus’n’ git no picture took. You know w‘at he want to put un’neath that picture, fo’ ev‘body to read?” She could not tell him the whole hideous truth as she had heard it distorted from Aunt Dicey’s lips; she would not hurt him that much. “He ’s goin’ to write: ’This is one ‘Cajun o’ the Bayou Têche.”’ Evariste winced.
“How you know?” he asked.
“I yeard so. I know it’s true.”
The water in the kettle was boiling. He went and poured a small quantity upon the coffee which he had set there to drip. Then he said to her: “I reckon you jus’ as well go care dat two dolla’ back, tomo’ mo‘nin’; me, I’ll go yonda ketch a mess o’ fish in Carancro Lake.”
Mr. Hallet and a few masculine companions were assembled at a rather late breakfast the following morning. The dining-room was a big, bare one, enlivened by a cheerful fire of logs that blazed in the wide chimney on massive andirons. There were guns, fishing tackle, and other implements of sport lying about. A couple of fine dogs strayed unceremoniously in and out behind Wilkins, the negro boy who waited upon the table. The chair beside Mr. Sublet, usually occupied by his little son, was vacant, as the child had gone for an early morning outing and had not yet returned.
When breakfast was about half over, Mr. Hallet noticed Martinette standing outside upon the gallery. The dining-room door had stood open more than half the time.
“Isn’t that Martinette out there, Wilkins?” inquired the jovial-faced young planter.
“Dat’s who, suh,” returned Wilkins. “She ben standin’ dah sence mos’ sun-up; look like she studyin’ to take root to de gall’ry.”
“What in the name of goodness does she want? Ask her what she wants. Tell her to come in to the fire.”
Martinette walked into the room with much hesitancy. Her small, brown face could hardly be seen in the depths of the gingham sun-bonnet. Her blue cottonade skirt scarcely reached the thin ankles that it should have covered.
“Bonjou’,” she murmured, with a little comprehensive nod that took in the entire company. Her eyes searched the table for the “stranger gentleman,” and she knew him at once, because his hair was parted in the middle and he wore a pointed beard. She went and laid the two silver dollars beside his plate and motioned to retire without a word of explanation.
“Hold on, Martinette!” called out the planter, “what’s all this pantomime business? Speak out, little one.”
“My popa don’t want any picture took,” she offered, a little timorously. On her way to the door she had looked back to say this.