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Then each woman takes up the pursuit which, according to her character, seems to promise some amusement. Some rush into jam-making and washing, household management, the rural joys of the vintage or the harvest, bottling fruit, embroidering handkerchiefs, the cares of motherhood, the intrigues of a country town.
"It says water from a spring, in the book," he said, "but there's nothing like rain-water really for this kind of work." Soon Grizzel said she must go to her jam-making. Prudence stayed to help Hugh, and Mollie decided to hover between both fortune-building schemes, as she was too deeply interested in the results to wish to miss either.
The raspberries were many and ready to drop with ripeness, and the jam-making could not be deferred. So intent was she that she really almost forgot the physical discomfort in her anxiety to accomplish her task. She had meant to do it in the cool of the previous evening, but her talk with Nick had driven the matter absolutely from her mind.
She was very devout and emotional; she believed in fortune-telling, charms, dreams, and omens of every possible kind; she believed in the prophecies of crazy people, in house-spirits, in wood-spirits, in unlucky meetings, in the evil eye, in popular remedies, she ate specially prepared salt on Holy Thursday, and believed that the end of the world was at hand; she believed that if on Easter Sunday the lights did not go out at vespers, then there would be a good crop of buckwheat, and that a mushroom will not grow after it has been looked on by the eye of man; she believed that the devil likes to be where there is water, and that every Jew has a blood-stained patch on his breast; she was afraid of mice, of snakes, of frogs, of sparrows, of leeches, of thunder, of cold water, of draughts, of horses, of goats, of red-haired people, and black cats, and she regarded crickets and dogs as unclean beasts; she never ate veal, doves, crayfishes, cheese, asparagus, artichokes, hares, nor water-melons, because a cut water-melon suggested the head of John the Baptist, and of oysters she could not speak without a shudder; she was fond of eating and fasted rigidly; she slept ten hours out of the twenty-four and never went to bed at all if Vassily Ivanovitch had so much as a headache; she had never read a single book except Alexis or the Cottage in the Forest; she wrote one, or at the most two letters in a year, but was great in housewifery, preserving, and jam-making, though with her own hands she never touched a thing, and was generally disinclined to move from her place.
There was something in his manner that she resented, without knowing why. "Well?" she said. "How do you find yourself this morning?" asked Max. "I'm perfectly well, thank you," said Olga briefly. "Ready to start jam-making?" he suggested. Olga went to the coffee-urn. "I really don't know," she said. "I've had other things to think about."
"You were allocated one hundredweight of sugar for jam-making in respect of your soft fruit, I believe?" "How did you guess?" I said. "I say, do tell me when the War's going to end. Just between ourselves, you know." "The latter," I said for he had called just after tea "is rather full at present, but doing nicely, thanks.
Passing along an English hedgerow the other day, and seeing it still covered with withered blackberries, I compared them with the bare brambles which I saw in Germany from which all berries have gone to help the great jam-making business which is to eke out the gradually decreasing butter and margarine supply.
Miss Grant went in and found Mrs. Gordon at her jam-making. "Well, and have you found anything to amuse you?" asked the old lady in her soft, even voice. "Oh, I've had quite a lot of experiences; and I went for a walk and met Poss. Who is Poss?" The old lady laughed as she gave the jam a stir. "He's a young Hunter," she said. "Was Binjie there?" "No; and he isn't coming either; he has work to do.
They looked over the front of the box. Could they climb down? It would be possible, certainly; but would they be much better off? 'Look at the people, moaned Anthea; 'we couldn't get through. And, indeed, the crowd round the doors looked as thick as flies in the jam-making season. 'I wish we'd never seen the Phoenix, cried Jane.
She then turned on her heels and went back to her jam-making. Saval rushed into the street, cast down, as though he had met with some disaster. He walked with giant strides through the rain, straight on, until he reached the river bank, without thinking where he was going. He then turned to the right and followed the river. He walked a long time, as if urged on by some instinct.
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