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A Bit Of Green
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But he was gazing before him, and went on: “I often think how thankful I ought to be to die in peace, and have a quiet room to myself. There was a girl in a consumption on the floor below me; and she used to sit and cough, while her father and mother quarrelled so that I could hear them through the floor. I used to send her half of anything nice I had, but I found they took it. I did wish then,” he added, with a sudden flush, “that I had been a strong man!”

“How shocking!” I said.

“Yes,” he answered; “it was that first set me thinking how many mercies I had. And then there came such a good parson to St. John’s, and he taught me many things; and then I knew your father; and the neighbours have been very kind. And while I could work I got good wage, and laid by a bit; and I’ve sold a few things, and there’ll be these to sell when I’m gone; and so I’ve got what will keep me while I do live, and pay for my coffin. What can a man want more?”

What, indeed! Unsatisfied heart, make answer!

A fit of coughing that shook the crazy room interrupted him here. When he had recovered himself, he turned to my father.

“Ay, ay, I have many mercies, as you know, Sir. Who would have thought I could have kept a bit of green like that plant of mine in a place like this? But, you see, they pulled down those old houses opposite just before I got it, and now the sun couldn’t come into a king’s room better than it comes into mine. I was always afraid, year after year, that they would build it up, and my bit of green would die; and they are building now, but it will last my time. Indeed, indeed, I’ve had much to be thankful for. Not,” he added, in a low, reverential tone, “not to mention greater blessings. The presence of the LORD! the presence of the LORD!”

I was awed, almost frightened, by the tone in which he spoke, and by the look of his face, on which the shadow of death was falling fast. He lay in a sort of stupor, gazing with his black eyes at the broken roof, as if through it he saw something invisible to us.

It was some time before he seemed to recollect that we were there, and before I ventured to ask him. “Where did you get your plant?”

He smiled. “That’s a long story, master; but it was this way. You see, my father died quite young in a decline, and left my mother to struggle on with eight of us as she could. She buried six, one after another; and then she died herself, and brother Ben and I were left alone. But we were mighty fond of one another, and got on very well. I got plenty of employment, weaving mats and baskets for a shop in the town, and Ben worked at the factory. One Saturday night he came home all in a state, and said there was going to be a cheap trip on the Monday into the country. It was the first there had been from these parts, though there have been many since, I believe. Neither he nor I had ever been out of the town, and he was full of it that we must go. He had brought his Saturday wage with him, and we would work hard afterwards. Well, you see, the landlord had been that day, and had said he must have the rent by Tuesday, or he’d turn us out. I’d got some of it laid by, and was looking to Ben’s wages to make it up. But I couldn’t bear to see his face pining for a bit of fresh air, and so I thought I could stay at home and work on Monday for what would make up the rent, and he need never know. So I pretended that I didn’t want to go, and couldn’t be bothered with the fuss; and at last I set him off on Monday without me. It was late at night when he came back like one wild. He’d got flowers in his hat, and flowers in all his button-holes; he’d got his handkerchief filled with hay, and was carrying something under his coat. He began laughing and crying, and ‘Eh, Bill!’ he said, ‘thou hast been a fool. Thou hast missed summat. But I’ve brought thee a bit of green, lad, I’ve brought thee a bit of green.’ And then he lifted up his coat, and there was the plant, which some woman had given him. We didn’t sleep much that night. He spread the hay over the bed, for me to lay my face on, and see how the fields smelt, and then he began and told me all about it; and after that, when I was tired with work, or on a Sunday afternoon, I used to say, ‘Now, Ben, tell us a bit about the country.’ And he liked nothing better. He used to say that I should go, if he carried me on his back; but the LORD did not see fit. He took cold at work, and went off three months afterwards. It was singular, the morning he died he called me to him, and said, ‘Bill, I’ve been a dreaming about that trip that thou didst want to go after all. I dreamt–‘ and then he stopped, and said no more; but, after a bit, he opened his eyes wide, and pulled me to him, and he said, ‘Bill, my lad, there’s such flowers in heaven, such flowers!’ And so the LORD took him. But I kept the bit of green for his sake.”