The Garden Party and Other Stories - Katherine Mansfield [31]
‘My darling child, you wouldn’t like a logical mother, would you? Don’t do that. Here’s the man.’
He carried more lilies still, another whole tray.
‘Bank them up, just inside the door, on both sides of the porch, please,’ said Mrs Sheridan. ‘Don’t you agree, Laura?’
‘Oh, I do, mother.’
In the drawing-room Meg, Jose and good little Hans had at last succeeded in moving the piano.
‘Now, if we put this chesterfield against the wall and move everything out of the room except the chairs, don’t you think?’
‘Quite.’
‘Hans, move these tables into the smoking-room, and bring a sweeper to take these marks off the carpet and – one moment, Hans – ’ Jose loved giving orders to the servants, and they loved obeying her. She always made them feel they were taking part in some drama. ‘Tell mother and Miss Laura to come here at once.’
‘Very good, Miss Jose.’
She turned to Meg. ‘I want to hear what the piano sounds like, just in case I’m asked to sing this afternoon. Let’s try over ‘This life is Weary.” ’
Pom! Ta-ta-ta Tee-ta! The piano burst out so passionately that Jose’s face changed. She clasped her hands. She looked mournfully and enigmatically at her mother and Laura as they came in.
This Life is Wee-ary,
A Tear – a Sigh.
A Love that Chan-ges,
This Life is Wee-nry,
A Tear – a Sigh.
A Love that Chan-ges,
And then… Goodbye!
But at the word ‘Goodbye,’ and although the piano sounded more desperate than ever, her face broke into a brilliant, dreadfully unsympathetic smile.
‘Aren’t I in good voice, mummy?’ she beamed.
This Life is Wee-ary,
Hope comes to Die.
A Dream – a Wa-kening.
But now Sadie interrupted them. ‘What is it, Sadie?’
‘If you please, m’m, cook says have you got the flags for the sandwiches?’
‘The flags for the sandwiches, Sadie?’ echoed Mrs Sheridan dreamily. And the children knew by her face that she hadn’t got them. ‘Let me see.’ And she said to Sadie firmly, ‘Tell cook I’ll let her have them in ten minutes.’
Sadie went.
‘Now, Laura,’ said her mother quickly, ‘come with me into the smoking-room. I’ve got the names somewhere on the back of an envelope. You’ll have to write them out for me. Meg, go upstairs this minute and take that wet thing off your head. Jose, run and finish dressing this instant. Do you hear me, children, or shall I have to tell your father when he comes home tonight? And – and, Jose, pacify cook if you do go into the kitchen, will you? I’m terrified of her this morning.’
The envelope was found at last behind the dining-room clock, though how it had got there Mrs Sheridan could not imagine.
‘One of you children must have stolen it out of my bag, because I remember vividly – cream-cheese and lemon-curd. Have you done that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Egg and – ’ Mrs Sheridan held the envelope away from her. ‘It looks like mice. It can’t be mice, can it?’
‘Olive, pet,’ said Laura, looking over her shoulder.
‘Yes, of course, Olive. What a horrible combination it sounds. Egg and olive.’
They were finished at last, and Laura took them off to the kitchen. She found Jose there pacifying the cook, who did not look at all terrifying.
‘I have never seen such exquisite sandwiches,’ said Jose’s rapturous voice. ‘How many kinds did you say there were, cook? Fifteen?’
‘Fifteen, Miss Jose.’
‘Well, cock, I congratulate you.’
Cook swept up crusts with the long sandwich knife, and smiled broadly.
‘Godber’s has come,’ announced Sadie, issuing out of the pantry. She had seen the man pass the window.
That meant the cream puffs had come. Godber’s were famous for their cream puffs. Nobody ever thought of making them at home.
‘Bring them in and put them on the table, my girl,’ ordered cook.
Sadie brought them in and went back to the door. Of course Laura and Jose were far too grown-up to really care about such things. All the same, they couldn’t help agreeing that the puffs looked