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"Onnie, I'm not sleepy. Sing Gerald," he commanded. "I will do that same if you'll be lyin' down still, Master San. Now, this is what Conia sang when she found her son all dead forever in the sands of the west water." By the sound Onnie sat near the bed crooning steadily, her soft contralto filling both stories of the happy house. Rawling went across the hall to see, and stood in the boy's door.
"Look, there she is by the kitchen, and that's Jennie Cameron loping 'cross lots. Never mind, San. You did the best you could; don't bother. Swine are swine." The rain was cooling Sanford's head, and he laughed awkwardly. "Sorry I lost my temper." "I'm not. Jennie's telling Onnie. Hear?"
She keeps the house like silver, too; and it's heavenly to find the curtains put up when we get here. Heavens! listen!" They were in Rawling's bedroom, and Onnie came up the curved stairs. Even in list house-slippers she moved like an elephant, and Sanford had called her, so the speed of her approach shook the square upper hall, and the door jarred a little way open with the impact of her feet.
It's all right." Onnie laughed. "I'd like well to have seen the whip fly, your Honor. The arm of him! Will he be wantin' waffles to his dinner? Heyah! more trouble yet!" The rattles had whirred, and she shook her head. "A forest fire likely now? Or a child bein' born dead?" "Father says she's fëy," Jennie observed as the big woman lumbered off. "You mean she has second sight? Perhaps.
"But it's the property, Onnie," the boy faltered. "Here's his honor worked to death, and Uncle Jim. I've got to do something. They sell good whisky at the store, and just smell me." But Onnie wept, and Rawling, for sheer pity, sent her out of the dining-room. "She she scares me!" Sanford said. "It's not natural, Dad, d' you think?"
They sat on low stools before the fire and had a black teapot with a broken spout standing on the hearth at their feet. The tea in the pot was very black and strong. Lady Corless addressed them solemnly. "Katey-Ann," she said, "listen to me now, and let you be listening too, Onnie, and let Honoria stop scratching her head and attend to what I'm saying to the whole of you.
They were Sanford's summer companions, with occasional visits from his cousin Denis, whose mother disapproved of the valley and Onnie. "I really don't see how Sanford can let the poor creature fondle him," she said. "Denny tells me she simply wails outside San's door if he comes home wet or has a bruise. It's rather ludicrous, now that San's fourteen. She writes to him at Saint Andrew's."
An' his honor, they do be sayin', sends Bill to a fine school, and will the others after him, and to a college like Dublin has after. An' they callin' himself San like he was their brother!" As a volunteer nurse-maid Onnie was quite miraculous to her mistress.
The rattles spoke behind him. "There's a big trouble sittin' on my soul," said Onnie. "Your Honor knows there's nothing makes mortal flesh so wild mad as a whipping, an' this dog does know the way of the house. Do you keep the agent's lads to-night in this place with guns to hand. The snake's bells keep ringin'." "My God! Onnie, you're making me believe in your rattles! Listen.
The cook rushed down the stairs, a fearful and notable bed-gown covering her night-dress, and the rattles chattering loudly. "God's kind to us. See the chest of him! Master San! Master San!" "Good Lord, Onnie. I wasn't dead, you know! Don't kill a fellow!" For the first time her embrace was an embarrassment; her mouth on his cheek made him flush.
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